Her Graceful War Song



Chapter 801

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 care?!"

"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.noveldrama

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.

Carissa had encountered him once before at the Capital Guard headquarters when he brought a dozen captains with him. His arrogance had been palpable then, and he clearly didn't regard her as significant.

He strade in with an air of confidence, his features betraying a lingering arrogance. Although he offered Carissa a curt nod, he directed his condescension at Argent.

"This is such a bloody affair. How could you have Commander Sinclair watch? Best to have her step aside. Wouldn't want her to be frightened and need calming herbs afterward."

His words dripped with mockery, veiled in a thin layer of disdain.

"Alistair!" Michael frowned deeply. "Stop this nonsense! Commander Sinclair has been on the battlefield and has

seen her share of blood. Don't look down on her just because you think you're superior."

Alistair feigned surprise, widening his eyes as he looked at Michael. He clicked his tongue. "It's been a while, Deputy Commander Brown. It seems that you've gone from being a man to a dog."

"Alistair!" Michael's frustration boiled over. "That's enough!"

"Alright, fine." Alistair waved dismissively, pretending not to care. "I'm just reminding your master to be careful. We wouldn't want her to get scared, right? If you don't care for her wellbeing, I'll hold my tongue, okay?" Michael clenched his fists, ready to swing at Alistair's face, but Carissa caught his wrist. "Commander Sinclair!" Michael's face flushed with anger. "He's gone too far. Let me teach him a lesson!"

Alistair burst out laughing, his eyes full of contempt. "Your master won't let you hit me."

Carissa's gaze was icy. "You're both essentially deputy commanders and equals. You can't lay a hand on him." She released Michael's wrist, but in a swift motion, she kicked Alistair hard in the stomach.

The move was so quick that Alistair didn't see her foot rise until it was too late. The pain was immediate and intense, a sharp jolt that felt like his insides were about to rearrange themselves.

The force of the blow sent him flying back, crashing against the wall.