Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Cry 814

Chapter 814

Henry began to ramble, “None of this was what | wanted! If | could choose again, | would never have pursued

Eleanor. My family may have been in decline, but it was still a marquis‘ family. The foundation was still there-how

bad could it possibly get?

“I cfrom a scholarly background. | could have taken the national examinations. There wasn’t just one path

before me. How could | have been so foolish? | was truly too foolish. | had such a bright future ahead. | could

have married a virtuous woman, taken a couple of concubines, and had three or four sons and a few daughters.

The marriage would have made my family stronger. Instead, | thought | was taking a shortcut, but | didn’t realize

it was a dead end.”

The cutlery fell from his hands as his shoulders shook with sobs.

Peter picked them up for him. “Dwelling on the past is pointless. Action is what matters now. You can still share

what you know. There's still a chance to turn things around. If you keep silent, you're sealing your

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fate”

Henry covered his face and cried for a moment before lowering his hands, wiping away tears and snot with his

sleeve. After enduring torture, his movements were slow and clumsy, and he hunched over,

“No matter what, it’s still a dead end. There's no way out.”

Peter had been around the court long enough to see all kinds of villains, many of whom regretted their choices

when death loomed near. They would confess anything in hopes of buying a chance at survival.

But Henry, though not a great villain, had a startling clarity of mind. Even now, as he faced execution, he

weighed the pros and cons. With his intelligence and calm demeanor, how could he have fallen prey to Eleanor’s

manipulation?

At the end of the day, it all cdown to greed.

At first, Henry may have resisted. Then, he was half-heartedly drawn in. Eventually, he found himself fully

involved and pulling the strings from behind. He believed Eleanor to be the mastermind, thinking that playing

the victim would shield him from blame.

But he was wrong.

Peter didn’t press him further, simply waiting in silence

Eventually, Henry stopped crying and lifted his head to ask, “If my head is cut off, will I die instantly?”

Peter replied dismissively, “I’ve never had my head chopped off, so | can’t say for sure. But I've heard from the

coroner that when the head is separated from the body, there's a brief moment of awareness-like realizing your

head has been cut off. Of course, | haven't experienced it myself, so who knows if it's true?”

“How terrifying!” Henry stared at Peter, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

“You're right. That kind of death is truly frightening, especially with so many people watching.”

Henry broke down again. “How did | end up like this? It’s all Eleanor’s fault! She’s the one who ruined me!”

“It's your own doing,” Peter said as he stepped outside, sensing that it was nearly tto head to the execution

ground.

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Before long, the bailiffs from the SuprCourt cto drag Henry away. He was utterly unable to stand, his

body too weak to muster even the slightest strength.

Rafael and Carissa rode ahead, with the prisoner cart following behind. A crowd gathered to gawk, but no one

threw anything at Henry-only the sound of jeers and curses filled the air.

Henry's hair fell over his face, and his former air of authority had completely vanished. He resembled a stray

dog, desperately scanning the crowd for a glimpse of his family. Just one sight, no matter who it was, would ease

the terror churning in his heart.

But he saw no one-not even a servant from his household.

Suddenly, a chilling thought struck him-would there be no one to claim his body after he died? The Kingsley

family wouldn't cto collect his remains, would they?

If no one did, the SuprCourt would simply toss his corpse into a common grave. Here he was, the son of a

marquis, a scholar by background, once a prince consort-yet in death, he wouldn't even have a proper coffin.

The sun hung high overhead, bright and unyielding. As noon approached, so did the moment of his execution.

The closer it drew, the more Henry's fear intensified. 1

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