Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1166

Oscar dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he called out, "Grand Princess Eleanor!"

He then collapsed onto the floor, weeping bitterly.

However, Eleanor didn't even lift her eyes. It was as if she were lost to herself, neither seeing nor hearing him.

After his crying fit subsided, Oscar took out a tray of pastries. Argent was about to come over to inspect them, but Mabel stopped him.

"Prince Rafael said there's no need to inspect the pastries," Mabel said. "She's allowed to eat them."

Oscar knelt on the ground, his eyes red and swollen. His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Your Grace, please just take a bite. This is from Lady Ruth. She specifically sent them to you. It's your favorite sweet pastry. There are more cakes, too. You can eat them slowly."

At the mention of Ruth, Eleanor finally raised her eyes to look at him. Her face was dark and gaunt, filthy with grime, and the skin around her eyes was a deep gray. However, her bloodshot eyes were still noticeable.

"Put it down," she said. Her words, rough and unclear without teeth, were still unmistakable.

With trembling hands, Oscars held up a set of clothes. "And here's a change of clothes. Let me help you put them on."

Without hesitation, he reached out to lift her, ignoring the filth that covered her body. He carefully draped her over his arm, guiding her step by step inside the room.

Argent frantically glanced at Mabel and Gillian. "Aren't you going in to keep watch?"

"Let him help her change," Mabel answered. She reached out, discreetly hiding a piece of pastry in her sleeve.

Argent looked at her, confused and surprised. However, since it was Rafael and Carissa's decision, he didn't protest further.

About an hour later, Oscar emerged, carrying Eleanor on his back.

She had changed into new clothes, though she was so thin that they hung on her frame like a sack, loose and shapeless.

Oscar set her beside the pastries once more, and she curled up again, retreating into herself. The blankets and warm clothes he brought with him were also sent in.

Mabel nodded. "That's enough. Let's not make things harder for Mr. Lane. It's time to go."

Oscar, his eyes still glistening with tears, stole one last look at Eleanor before reluctantly leaving.

Eleanor watched them until they disappeared beyond the heavy door, and only then did she let out a soft, heartbroken sob.

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Mabel took the pastries to Arcane Sanctum to have Ivy inspect them. After confirming they contained deadly poison, Mabel returned to report to Rafael and Carissa.

This caused a stir among the families that had once been closely connected to Eleanor. They were left wondering what she might have written in her final letter. However, as days passed without any further developments, the unease gradually faded and everyone resumed their usual lives.

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By November, the snow had fallen.

Silas and Riley had divorced.

After the public scene at Silverstone Estate, both families had called in their elders to mediate. Eventually, Silas' anger subsided and he sought Riley's forgiveness.

But some things, once broken, could never fully be mended. No matter how much they tried to move past it, the hurt remained. In the end, it couldn't last, and Riley requested a divorce.

Women were like that. Even heartbroken and disappointed, they would crash into a wall time and time again before they were willing to stop.

Riley had a family to return to, but instead, she threw herself into working at Skye Embroidery. Her needlework was exquisite, so much so that even the ladies in the palace valued it.

Salvador's favored concubine, Sylvia, even personally sent someone to the workshop, requesting Riley to make a garment for her.

It was clear that Sylvia was subtly opposing Kylie, but she also genuinely admired Riley's skill.