Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 510

At Harmony Palace, Eleanor questioned the middle-aged man before her. His head was bowed, and she asked sharply, "How is this possible? How did Carissa find out about Cece's identity?! Did that wretch herself tell Carissa's people?"

The man was tall and handsome, though a bit weathered. Hearing Eleanor's accusation, he quickly shook his head.

"It's impossible. Celeste would never take the initiative to tell Lady Carissa. She has always been so obedient to you and never dared to disobey your orders."

"She wouldn't dare." Eleanor's eyes flashed with hostility. "Her mother is still imprisoned in my palace dungeon. If she wants her mother released, she had better be obedient."

"Of course. She'll definitely listen to you."

Eleanor glared coldly at him, growing more enraged at his demeanor. "Go and ask her. Also, instruct the others to keep a lower profile and not let anyone learn of their identities. I suspect that Carissa only learned about Celeste and is making a fuss to provoke me, hoping to make me hesitate and disrupt my plans. I won't be fooled by her tricks."

"Understood. I will speak to them about it."

Seeing that he had nothing else to say and was solely concerned about his daughters, Eleanor's gaze grew even colder. "Get out!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Henry turned and left. Over the years of internal strife and scheming, his once imposing figure had become slightly stooped.

Eleanor watched his retreating figure, thinking of the man who bore some resemblance to him. Her heart stirred briefly, only to be engulfed by a surge of deep-seated hatred.

Years ago, she had sought Hector's hand in marriage as a princess, but he had dismissed her without a second thought. Instead, he had chosen the lesser and more insignificant woman, Melanie Sullivan.

On their wedding day, Eleanor had cursed them, wishing they would be childless and doomed to an unhappy end.

Yet, Melanie had given birth to six sons and one daughter. The more Eleanor despised them, the more they seemed to flourish, their love for each other ever strong. The Duke of Northwatch had no concubines or secondary wives.

After all these years of resentment, Eleanor knew she would never forget the man who had suddenly intruded into her heart and disrupted her entire youth. When the news of his death came, she laughed wildly, and then cried just as uncontrollably.

He died well, but why wasn't it Melanie who died instead?