Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1487

Compared to Sylvia, Grace was far more approachable—kind and friendly. Even when with her family, she was constantly surrounded by people seeking her attention. She greeted everyone warmly, often offering small gifts to the young ladies, which earned her their genuine affection.

On the other hand, Kylie was no less popular. As the queen, her position commanded respect, and many came to pay their respects or simply make conversation. Yet despite her dignified stature, she still saw herself as the center of attention. She temporarily pushed aside her earlier displeasure and warmly engaged in conversation with everyone.

In such gatherings, people naturally sought to build relationships, either to further their standing or to scout potential matches for their sons among the noblewomen present.

Ever conscious of her position, Kylie had brought many gifts today, eager to present herself as a benevolent and approachable queen.

Before long, a Royal Guard approached with news that Salvador had caught a wild boar, marking a successful start to the hunt.

Kylie's delight was evident. She used this as an excuse to hand out even more rewards, further solidifying her image as a gracious ruler.

Lydia smiled and said, "I had thought the Hell Monarch would catch the first prey, but it seems His Majesty's strength has prevailed, and he secured the first prize."

The others chimed in with praises and the mood lightened considerably, the atmosphere growing more relaxed as they enjoyed the moment.

However, many people understood that the first prey had to be claimed by the king before others could join in and make their own catches. Still, there was no denying that a wild boar was a noteworthy prize and the success was worth celebrating. Earlier rumors of Salvador's illness seemed unfounded, as he appeared to be in perfect health now.

Though pleased by the news, Kylie couldn't shake the worry that Connor still hadn't returned. Her concern grew, and she sent someone to search for him once more.

Meanwhile, Carissa was patrolling the area, and she spotted Connor slipping under the fence. He had snuck back into the hunting grounds, and she caught him just as he tried to make his way past.

There were distinct boundaries in the forest, with danger lurking beyond the fences—poisonous snakes roamed the area, and it was much riskier out there. To rejoin the main group of hunters, Connor had to venture beyond the barriers where the real game could be found.

Grabbing him by the collar, Carissa scolded him sharply, "What are you doing sneaking in here alone? Where's your guard? Didn't they follow you?"

Connor looked up at her, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "Grandmother said the same thing."

"Because it's the truth," Carissa replied simply.

He sat in silence for a moment, his mind wrestling with her words. Then, with a sigh, he muttered, "But right now, I'm worse than my second brother. If I try hard, he'll try hard too, and I still won't be able to beat him."

Carissa shook her head gently. "You don't need to compare yourself to anyone. Everyone is different. Just compare yourself to who you were yesterday. Trust in yourself. And when you feel like giving up, remind yourself to try just a little longer."

Carissa wasn't sure if he fully understood her words. She wasn't one to soothe children with false comfort, but she knew Salvador had never given up on him, so she kept talking, hoping that something might stick.

She believed Salvador's expectations were not too high. As long as Connor adjusted his attitude, everything else would fall into place.