Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)
Chapter 714

As Eleanor yanked Melanie’s hair, she tumbled to the ground. Tears streamed down her face, but she dared not make a sound.

The capital guards following Eleanor were hesitant to intervene physically. They stood by and yelled, “Let go! Release her!”

With her wild hair obscuring half her face, Eleanor glared at them with a chilling ferocity. “Who do you think you are to order me around? Go ahead, touch me if you dare!”

Eleanor dragged Melanie by her hair and advanced on the capital guards, who dared not touch her. The men were forced to step back.

Natalie rose abruptly and strode over, raising her hand to deliver a sharp slap to Eleanor’s face. “You think you can act however you want? How will you deal with me, you madwoman?”

“How dare you?!” Eleanor released Melanie and lunged toward Natalie.

The capital guards could no longer stand by idly. They hurriedly stepped in to block her path. Eleanor’s lungé failed; in her frenzy, she clawed at a guard’s face and left deep scratches.

The capital guard winced in pain. Seeing Eleanor’s frantic behavior, he gritted his teeth, swept his leg out to trip her, then sidestepped. She stumbled forward, her forehead crashing heavily against the floor.

“Bring some ropes! If you’re too scared to tie her up, I will!” commanded Natalie.

The capital guards rushed out to fetch the ropes. Once Natalie gave the order, they wasted no time restraining Eleanor against a nearby pillar.

A bruise was forming on her forehead. She thrashed like a wild animal, but the bonds were secure. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

She shot Natalie a venomous glare, her voice dripping with fury as she ranted, “You old hag! I am a grand princess! How dare you insult the royal family? Do you understand the grave crime you’ve committed? Do you think I won’t get my father to execute your entire family?!”

“Eleanor, there’s no need for you to put on an act. You’ve made your choices, and now, you must face the consequences. Even if you truly are mad, the law of the land will still deal with you,” Natalie replied coolly.

“What act, you old crone? You venomous witch! You better kneel and bow your head, and I might just spare your life…” Eleanor rasped, her voice hoarse and jagged.

Natalie dismissed her with a wave. She had watched the grand princess pace back and forth into the main hall, cursing crazily. It was clear what was swirling in the latter’s mind.

While actions could deceive, eyes couldn’t. Eleanor’s gaze betrayed a desperate fear and guilt. It was the only weapon left in her arsenal. She would run out of strength from cursing sooner or later, and would naturally quiet down by then.

Hell Monarch Estate was as quiet as ever, save for the light burning steadily in the study. News had arrived–the assassins had retreated successfully, but Rafael had not yet returned.

Everyone waited silently, minds racing with thoughts of what to do next. Only Kyle remained leisurely

absorbed in his book.

Violet leaned her head on Carissa’s shoulder and yawned. “If he doesn’t return soon, it’ll be dawn.”

“He must be making sure everything is clear,” Carissa replied, knowing his thoroughness. “If you’re tired, you can sleep. I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”

“I’m not really tired. I just want to know if everyone has been rescued,” Violet said, rubbing her eyes. “I’ll wait even if I’m sleepy.”

Carissa poured Violet a cup of coffee. “If the plan went smoothly, then everyone should be safe. I wonder how many were saved, whether Carmen’s mother is still alive, and what secrets lie in the western courtyard.”

Violet took the cup, disappointment flickering in her eyes. “Too bad we can’t go see for ourselves.”

“Sometimes, it’s better not to see such horrors,” Jacob said slowly.

But in truth, the reality remained, whether they saw it or not.

“Someone’s back!” Carissa exclaimed, jumping up to open the study door.

To her relief, she found Rafael, dressed in black, just about to push the door open. Since his hand was already outstretched, he took Carissa’s hand in his.

“Let’s talk inside.”