Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 888

The thick curtains were drawn so tightly that not a breath of air could pass through. There were four or five charcoal burners scattered throughout the room. With the windows slightly open and the charcoal not producing smoke, the air circulated just enough to make the room warm without feeling stifling.

Horace moved a stool into the second layer of curtains, then approached and gently placed the hand of the person lying in bed on the edge.

"Mr. Wright, please sit and check His Highness' heart rate."

Seth sat down, intending to lift the curtain to see Harvey's face, but Horace stopped him.

"His Highness mustn't be exposed to the cold."

"It's necessary to observe his complexion, not just his heart rate," Seth said, frowning.

What was going on? If Harvey was sick, it was only right to focus on treatment.

Keith stepped forward and pulled back the curtain with one swift motion. The figure lying in bed was trembling uncontrollably—he was clearly not Harvey.

As Horace's face drained of color, his mind raced with several possible explanations, but none of them were plausible. They had never expected any issues with this. No one had ever paid much attention to Harvey and his family. Over the years, whenever the prince left the estate, no one had come to inquire.

"This is truly absurd," Seth said, stunned. "You got someone to impersonate Prince Harvey?"

Horace could only smile bitterly. "To be honest, His Highness has gone to a secluded residence to rest, but Her Grace didn't want to seem unappreciative of Her Majesty's kindness, so… she arranged for someone to pretend to be His Highness."

Keith nodded, his expression indifferent. "Well then, shall we report this to the queen dowager?"

Seth nodded slightly. "Lady Heather, we'll take our leave."

Before he left, he glanced once more at the figure on the bed. Though covered by blankets, the coarse fabric of the clothing at the neck was clearly visible—it was obvious this person was a servant from the estate.

To deceive Victoria, they had made a servant sleep in Harvey's bed. How would Heather sleep in the same bed after this?

Keith cast a look at Heather. "Is His Highness still traveling?"

Heather, whose nerves were still on edge, instinctively nodded. "Yes, he's been away for a long time."

Keith said nothing more, only giving a slight nod before he and Seth took their leave.

After returning to the palace, Keith reported everything truthfully to Victoria. Upon hearing the news, she wasn't the least bit surprised.