Her Majestic Battle Cry

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 cover 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. Lethelp 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 frlike 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 tto go." Oscar, his eyes still glistening with tears, stole one last look at Eleanor before reluctantly 3.26 BONUS leaving Eleanor watched them until they disappeared beyond the heavy door, and only then did she let out a soft, heartbroken sob.

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.

"Did she eat them?" Carissa asked.

"She hadn't eaten when she left, but I'm sure. Oscar told her about the poison," Mabel said. " And then he helped her change into clothes. It's up to her now-whether she wants to cling to life or seek release." "Very well, thank you for your hard work. Go eat something now," Carissa said gently.

"Understood, Your Grace. I'll take my leave." Mabel bowed and turned to exit.

At this point, whether Eleanor lived or died didn't really matter. If Ruth couldn't bear to see her suffer and wanted to give her an escape, that was fine too.

For now, it was enough that Kyle had mastered Eleanor's handwriting to perfection. Once the right moment cand the culprits surfaced, a well-crafted suicide letter from Eleanor would make its grand debut.

Eleanor had refused to nnames, so her handwriting would do it for her.

Naturally, the letter didn't need to be written just yet. The right thadn't arrived, and Eleanor probably didn't know the identity of the true mastermind behind it all. But in the suicide note, she would.

In truth, once it was clear that Yuvan wasn't the true mastermind, Eleanor's role becirrelevant.

The next day, news cfrom the Heritage Bureau-Eleanor was dead.

However, the official report didn't mention poison. Instead, it claimed that, after a period of reflection and guilt, she had taken her own life in despair over her crimes.

The news didn't stir much of a reaction A few court officials did hear that Eleanor had left a left a suicide Jetter before her death, but the king hadn't mentioned it and the Heritage Bureau's officials were tight-lipped.

So, no one could find out what it contained.

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 résumed their usual lives. Chipter Upe 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 ley's forgiveness.

But sthings, 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 tand tagain 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.