Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)

The carriage arrived at the Heritage Bureau, and Carissa yanked Eleanor out of it. Argent Lane, who was In charge of overseeing the royal prisoners, stepped forward to take custody of her. After the handover, Argent ordered heavy chains to be fastened around Eleanor’s body.

Argent said, “Commander Sinclair, His Majesty has ordered that to prevent Eleanor from biting her tongue to commit suicide, we must remove most of her teeth and sever her tendons. Please come inside to supervise, so you can report back afterward.”

Eleanor gritted her teeth in fury. “You would dare?!”

“Lead the way.” Carissa replied calmly.

Eleanor was pulled inside. She roared in fury as she went, unable to maintain the calm she had in the

carriage any longer.

The Heritage Bureau was vast, with a wide alley separating the east and west sides. The east side housed the offices, while the west side was where people were detained.

Since all the detainees were members of the royal family, there were no conventional prisons. Instead, the area was divided into small courtyards. However, the detention area was surrounded by towering walls and was heavily guarded.

Carissa had already ordered Alistair, the commander of the Royal Guard, to send troops to guard the

place.

The Royal Guard had arrived, but Alistair was nowhere to be seen.

As an official in the Heritage Bureau, Argent was responsible for all the prisoners held here. While the bureau had its own guards, Eleanor’s situation had attracted special “attention” from Salvador, necessitating the presence of the Royal Guard for her supervision

Upon reaching the detention courtyard, Eleanor was pushed inside. A few people were already waiting for her. On a small, shabby table, dental extraction pliers and iron hooks for severing tendons lay ominously.

“Let go of me!”

Eleanor struggled, but the weight of the chains held her down. With one desperate attempt, she lost her balance and fell forward, kneeling on the ground.

Argent appeared unfazed by such events, as if they were a common occurrence.

“Although His Majesty has stripped you of your title as a grand princess, you’ll still be detained in the Heritage Bureau. Consider this a blessing. Your kneeling now is an expression of your gratitude,” he said coolly

With that, he ordered his men to grab Eleanor. Blood filled her mouth as her fall had reopened a cut on her lip.

At Argent’s words, Carissa suddenly recalled what Florence had said–to the nobles, whatever they did to the lowly was a blessing. Now, Carissa wished she could call Florence over to ask if this “blessing” was truly one.

Just as Argent’s men were about to act, Alistair arrived with two royal guards.