Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Carissa looked up coldly, observing Eleanor’s furious expression. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the serving maid rushing forward to shield Eleanor as they shouted for help.

“Guards, come quickly!”

Carissa smiled. “Your Highness, there’s no need for such a commotion. I’m merely here to return something.”

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed as she fixed her gaze on the miniature chastity belt sculpture in Carissa’s hands. Her expression darkened immediately.

Had Melanie kept such an item?

Such an object should have been smashed to pieces in anger upon receipt. Eleanor had thought it was just an empty threat, but to her surprise, it had actually been kept.

The head guard, leading his men, was about to rush in when Eleanor snapped, “Stay back and guard the door.”

Only a few trusted individuals knew about the miniature chastity belt sculpture. Although it could be discussed, it must never be seen by others–especially since these were not her most trusted guards, but rather lower–ranking guards who were less discreet. After a few drinks, they could easily spill secrets.

Her maids remained behind. As the door was shut, Eleanor’s eyes narrowed in fury as she looked at Carissa. “It seems you have a death wish. Do you think marrying Rafael will protect you? Your intrusion into my residence is a grave disrespect. I could have your head for this.”

Carissa met her gaze without fear, only disdain.

“Anyone can make threats, but while you can have my head, I can just as easily end your life. I have seen many wicked people in my life, but few are as vicious and narrow–minded as you.

“My father and brothers sacrificed their lives for the kingdom. As a royal princess, not only do you show them no respect, but you also sent such a cruel, cursed object to my family. You have bullied my mother and sisters–in–law. Even now, you continue to strike them when they’re gone. You are less than human–not even fit to be called a beast! Even beasts wouldn’t act so despicably!”

Eleanor clutched her chest, her face dark with fury. She stared at the fragments of marble scattered on the ground, barely able to make out the inscription of the miniature chastity belt sculpture.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and ordered, “Prepare a carriage. I need to go to the palace to see the king.”

Dealing with someone like Carissa didn’t require any underhanded tactics. Eleanor would simply report her to Salvador, and Carissa would have nowhere to hide.

While she might not interfere with major court matters, she was still the king’s aunt. Getting Salvador to punish Carissa was more than feasible.

Shaking with rage, Eleanor reflected on the only disgrace she had ever suffered- being rejected by Hector years ago.

Little did she know that after all these years, she would suffer another humiliation at her birthday banquet and now, again. If she tolerated this any longer, wouldn’t it embolden Carissa to become even more audacious?