Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 767

After a few days, everyone who needed to be interrogated at Harmony Palace had been interrogated. Rafael felt it was time to question Eleanor.

Carissa was heading to Ironridge Estate to see Jessica today, while Rafael would be interrogating Eleanor. It was a coordinated effort from both sides.

Eleanor had been locked in the dungeon for about five days. At first, she pretended to have lost her mind. When she realized that tactic wasn't working, she stopped resisting, seemingly resigned to whatever fate awaited her.

At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.

In the interrogation room, the aunt and nephew sat across from each other.

Eleanor still wore the plain clothing from the Emberfest Festival night, but after days in the dungeon, her garments were wrinkled and her hair was disheveled. She looked drained, with dark circles under her eyes. In just a few days, she had lost a significant amount of weight, making her skin sag and giving her an aged appearance, as if she had aged five or six years overnight.

Sudden weight loss in middle age could be harsh, and it showed on her, especially since she had always had a sharp disposition. Now, her looks reflected her inner bitterness.

Rafael spoke first, "You kept those concubines locked away in the dungeon for a long time. Now that you find yourself in the same situation, how does it feel?"

Eleanor looked up and suddenly smiled. "It's far worse than Harmony Palace's dungeon."

Rafael continued, "The king has issued a royal edict stripping you of your title. Today, the Royal Citadel's governor will be visiting your residence to conduct a formal search."

Eleanor raised her eyebrows, her tone laced with sarcasm as she said, "What difference does it make if my title is gone? What does it matter if I'm no longer a grand princess? I am still of royal blood. My father was King Augustus, and my mother was Lady Chloe. No one can change that."

Her words dripped with irony and were tinged with a hint of resentment. It was as if being the daughter of Augustus was more of a curse than a blessing.

Rafael maintained his calm demeanor as he went through the motions and asked, "Where did those weapons come from? Why were you plotting rebellion? Who is behind this?"