Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 884

The announcement would be made after the New Year festivities, which meant that either a new leader for the Crown Guard would be appointed or Barrett would not be allowed to observe mourning for his mom.

After Carissa left, Salvador examined Barrett's mourning application once more before tossing it back onto the desk.

He turned to Derek and asked, "What do you think? Should Barrett be allowed to observe mourning?"

Derek bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, this is a matter of selecting officials. I dare not offer my opinion."

"Although it's a matter of appointing officials, this is about someone serving directly under me in the Crown Guard. Speak freely."

Derek thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't know, Your Majesty."

Salvador's eyes sharpened, his gaze growing cold. "Is it that you don't know, or that you don't dare say?"

Derek had served Salvador for many years and understood his temperament well. If it were any other official, one whose position could be easily filled or replaced, the mourning application would have been settled long ago, without requiring further discussion with Carissa.

But with Barrett, Salvador was clearly looking for someone to support his decision.

Derek couldn't bring himself to recommend Barrett. But even though his opinion had little weight and couldn't change the king's decision, he couldn't say it.

"I've always valued your service, but it's clear your heart belongs to the Sinclair family," Salvador said, his voice calm but causing his aide to break out in cold sweat.

"Your Majesty!" Derek knelt, his voice filled with urgency. "I have been loyal to you. How could I possibly be swayed by the Sinclair family?"

Salvador's eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. "Melanie Sullivan saved your life, so you owe her a debt of gratitude that you should never forget. But you shouldn't forget your place, either."

Derek's mind was in turmoil.

How could Savaldor know of that old matter? Had he sent someone to investigate him?

"Rise," Salvador commanded, his tone still chillingly indifferent. "I know you dislike Barrett because of how he wronged Carissa."

Derek stood, pale as a ghost, and bowed deeply. "I am indeed grateful to Madam Sinclair for saving my life. And I do not like Commander Warren. That is why I did not dare give any rash advice—I feared my personal bias would influence your decision, Your Majesty."