Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1109

Fiona's hair was a tangled mess, her cheek swelling from the force of the slap. The blow sent her tumbling backward, and she crashed into Yuvan. He winced in pain, gasping for breath.

Violet's fury was barely contained, and she didn't hesitate for a moment. She turned and marched toward Molly, her steps swift and determined.

"Violet, what do you think you're doing?" Molly shrieked in terror, stumbling back. "I'm your cousin! I would never harm you—ah!"

Before Molly could protest further, Violet grabbed a fistful of her hair, lifting her off the ground and slamming her into a tree. Molly's entire body seemed to crack with the impact; she collapsed, gasping in pain as tears streamed down her face.

"The last thing you said to me was that the scent on your body was the poison you used against me," Violet hissed, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Molly Spencer, what do you gain by helping that vile man? Did you think you could keep the title of princess consort after this? You're stupid and vicious!"

With a sharp motion, Violet snatched a blade from one of the nearby soldiers and pointed it directly at Molly's chest. The cold edge glinted under the moonlight—there was no mistaking the deadly purpose behind Violet's eyes.

"I didn't…!" Molly wailed in fear, her sobs uncontrollable. "I didn't want this, but Prince Yuvan made me! Lady Fiona also forced me! They're both insane!"

In her desperation, Molly spilled everything, her words tumbling out in a frantic confession. The terror in her voice was raw—she truly believed Violet would kill her.

Wayne let out a barely audible sigh. This wasn't how he had expected things to unfold. There was no such thing as a flawless plan, only well-laid ones. If Yuvan hadn't been so impatient and had taken the path through the forest to the mountain, they might not have been found so quickly. At least then, the plan might have succeeded.

Yuvan's children were huddled inside the carriage, too frightened to move. They had no idea what was unfolding, and the shock on their faces was evident. They had been well protected, kept from the realities of violence and danger. As such, they were unprepared for ruthless people like Rafael, Carissa, or Violet.

Wayne stood quietly, his mind racing. How would he fare if it came to a confrontation with Rafael and the others? And how long until the Capital Guard arrived?

He knew it would take Thomas' troops at least an hour to reach them. That meant they had to deal with Rafael and his people—and possibly the Capital Guard—within the next thirty minutes, or their fate would be sealed.

Once they dealt with Rafael and the others, they could make a swift escape. If they could get back to Valken, they would be safe. This seemed like their only option now.

Wayne cast a quick glance at Yuvan, silently hoping for a signal.

Yuvan lay on the ground, his mind working along the same lines as Wayne's. But the wariness he felt toward Rafael kept him from acting too rashly, especially since he felt guilty. So, when he noticed Wayne's glance, he didn't give an order.

Wayne's frustration flared. He couldn't believe Yuvan's indecision! Why act impulsively when it was time to remain calm, and then falter when the moment to act came?