Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1063

Yuna walked toward Yasmine and Penny, the lamp in her hand casting a soft glow.

Penny wasn't detained, but she knew what awaited her. She wasn't afraid of death. As long as she could see Aurora torn apart, she would die without regret.

"I've already told her. She's terrified," Yuna said, her gaze briefly flicking over Penny's face before resting on Yasmine.

"Let her experience the fear of death," Yasmine replied with a cool tone.

"When she dies, I'll die in peace," Penny said, taking a deep breath as tears flooded from her eyes like a broken dam.

"You didn't have to die," Yasmine retorted. "We were set on taking Aurora, but you had to go and mess things up."

Penny wiped her tears. "I don't regret it. Even if I had to choose again, I'd do the same."

A flicker of annoyance passed across Yuna's eyes. "You're still saying that? If you don't think you've done anything wrong, why bother pretending to regret it in front of Her Highness?"

The night wind rustled Penny's cloak and disheveled hair. Her eyes and nose were red, but beneath it all, there was a deep, burning resentment.

"I never wanted to disappoint Her Highness. I've always respected her, but I don't understand her. Prince Arthur was her brother—how could she just let it go? Did he mean nothing to her?

"It's for his sake! Even if the kingdom goes to war for his sake, it would be worth it. I believe if we called for it, the people wouldn't hesitate. They'd march to battle, even without conscription or supplies."

Yasmine listened and then responded, her voice sharp, "Let's set aside whether the people would be willing to do that. Even if they would, are you planning to expose Prince Arthur's humiliation and suicide to the public? Right now, we're covering up the truth to preserve his honor.

"Everyone—Westhaven's court officials and the people of Starhaven—believes Prince Arthur died on the battlefield protecting those two villages. He died with battle achievements to his name. But now you want to tell everyone that he never earned any merit, that he was captured, humiliated, castrated, and then took his own life?"

She raised a hand, pointing to the sky. "Ask Prince Arthur himself if he would want this."

Penny froze, tears slipping down her face once more. "Does Prince Arthur's injustice never deserve to be known? He was the crown prince!"

Grapevine Village sat to the east, Melondrop Village to the west. Melondrop Village had a large stretch of sandy land, where the melons they grew were particularly big and sweet. Villagers from miles around would come to buy the wine and melons.

The villagers had lived here for centuries. Their ancestors had inhabited these lands for hundreds of years, and were the most humble and unassuming of people.

Sadly, there were few of them left now.

When Aurora had massacred the villagers, some had managed to hide. Some had been away and escaped death, but their families—torn apart, with even infants slaughtered without mercy—were gone.

Though they survived, they were like vengeful spirits from hell, living only to avenge their lost loved ones.

They formed into a long line, armed with whatever they could find—kitchen knives, sickles, hoes, clubs. Anything that could serve as a weapon was put to use.

Their eyes were filled with bone-deep hatred, their faces twisted in rage. As Aurora's cage arrived at the village's edge, the rising sounds of the crowd struck her like a physical blow, causing her to lose control. Her body trembled uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf in the wind.