Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1382

It took five days to finally wipe out the remaining rebels.

News soon came from Thomas and Chester. Having captured the traitor, Clifford, alive, they were now on their way back to the capital. Also with them were the rebel leaders, including Yuvan, Harvey, and Wayne. They would arrive in the city in a matter of days.

With the exception of Oliver, the remaining targets had mostly been caught.

On July 25, the Royal Management Department organized Hayden's funeral. Due to the treason committed by Nicholas, the funeral was a modest affair. Salvador convened a council to discuss whether Hayden could be buried in the Princes' Mausoleum. Though he had been innocent, Nicholas' crime had stained his entire family.

Carissa was not summoned to participate in the discussions. Instead, she, along with Hell Monarch Estate's staff, made their way to Willowbrook Estate to mourn.

The funeral was kept quiet and understated, with no officials attending. Unless Salvador granted permission for Hayden to be buried in the Princes' Mausoleum, no one would dare show up.

Dressed in black, Chaya knelt before the coffin and arranged some flowers. Hayden's body had been placed in the coffin, though it had not yet been sealed. When Carissa, Violet, and the others arrived, they could still view his remains.

Three coffins were placed together—one for Hayden and another for Sonny.

The third was empty.

Chaya had kept Hayden's body preserved in the ice cellar. So, when people came to pay their respects today, there was no smell of decay.

Hayden was dressed in a blue velvet tunic, richly embroidered with intricate bat motifs—a symbol of protection in many cultures. His cheeks had been lightly dusted with rogue, but it did little to mask the unnatural pallor of his skin.

Chaya's voice was thick with emotion as she said, "This was the outfit he chose for himself. He said he wanted to wear it when he was buried. I did the embroidery myself."

With tears streaming down her face, Violet asked softly, "Had he already planned to end his life when Nicholas started the rebellion?"

"We agreed to die together," Chaya replied, her voice hollow. She had grown thinner, and her eyes were void of life. "When he took his life, I stood by his side. Sonny was the first to go. His Highness held on for a while longer before he passed. He told me to live well."

Carissa glanced at the empty coffin and asked, "Did you prepare that one for yourself?"

"I've had it prepared for some time," Chaya said, wiping her tears, her eyes swollen and red. "When they brought his coffin, they brought mine along with it."