Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394

By the time they arrived at the capital, it was already New Year’s Eve.

The New Year was the most anticipated and joyous festival of the year for the common folk. Every street to

and alley was filled with festive cheer, with households putting up decorations and preparing firework

usher in the new year.

Amidst this time of universal celebration and family reunions, Avis had passed away quietly, her death not causing even the slightest ripple in Yuvan’s family. As Yuvan and his family had already arrived in the capital, the news of her death may not have reached them yet.

When Carissa entered Hell Monarch Estate, she learned that Yuvan’s family had arrived and that Helen was hosting them.

As Violet handed over her horsewhip to the stable hand, she clenched her fists upon hearing the news. Her anger was so intense, she could hardly contain herself. She felt an overwhelming urge to storm in and confront Yuvan.

Rafael frowned. “When I left, they hadn’t yet arrived in the capital. Clearly, they’ve only just come. Instead of visiting the palace first to pay respects to the queen dowager, they came straight to Hell Monarch Estate to visit me. It seems that I’ve underestimated my uncle in the past.”

Carissa kept her gaze down, not lifting her eyes. “His visit to Hell Monarch Estate is merely a display for the king. It serves to inform His Majesty that now, in Starhaven, only the Hell Monarch is known, not the king. That’s why even upon returning to the capital, Prince Yuvan must first visit Hell Monarch Estate.”

Rafael, understanding his wife’s pain, clearly did not want her to face them.

“Carissa, don’t go see him. Go rest in our room. I’ll go see what they’re up to.”

Carissa’s eyes were dark with a hint of cold determination. “Why shouldn’t I see him? It’s New Year’s Eve, a perfect opportunity to spread joy by letting them know of Aunt Avis‘ passing.”

Rafael grasped her arm, his eyes full of concern. “Don’t be like this. If you’re upset, just cry it out.”

Since her aunt’s death, Carissa had not shed a single tear. On the way back, Rafael had expected her to weep in his arms, but she remained quiet and still, neither crying nor speaking. Even when she finally spoke to him, it had only been about Yuvan’s collusion with Eleanor, her demeanor as calm as ever.

Carissa slowly shook her head. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It would be like carving another piece of flesh from her already festering heart. Tears could not alleviate her pain.

Without even bothering to change her clothes, she accompanied Rafael to the main hall. Violet followed without hesitation.

Laughter and conversation filled the air as they approached the main hall.

“Lady Helen, every word from me is sincere,” Fiona said, her tone steady and eamest. If e only listened, they might believe it to be utterly heartfelt.

On the right side was Yuvan’s eldest son from his previous concubine, who had been raised by Avis as her own. He was slim and bore a strong resemblance to Yuvan, with a dignified posture that spoke of refined