Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1443

Kylie's face was still streaked with tears, her eyes swollen from crying.

When Salvador woke up, his first words were an order for her to leave.

At that moment, everyone present was left stunned.

After a long moment of stunned silence, Kylie choked up and said, "I won't leave. I'll stay here with you, Your Majesty."

"Escort the queen out," Victoria ordered, her voice hoarse but filled with authority.

Kylie had been here as long as Victoria had, waiting for Salvador to wake. She was nearly frantic with worry, but she had to stay composed—there were too many ministers kneeling outside, and she couldn't let them lose their sense of direction.

The officials had initially knelt outside in the bitter cold. Upon her arrival, Victoria had asked them all to wait in the outer hall inside the main palace. However, they had stubbornly refused to rise, insisting on staying in their places.

As long as Salvador remained unconscious, they would kneel.

After the royal physicians finished their examination, Victoria moved closer, silencing them with a gesture before saying softly, "It's all right now."

She squeezed her son's cold hand, her own trembling despite her effort to control it. The chill of his skin ached her heart. Even with all her strength, she couldn't stop the shaking.

Salvador, weak and drained, croaked out a question, "How is Lord Wright?"

"He's fine. When he tried to ram himself into the pillar, Mr. Lloyd rushed in to block the blow. Lord Wright slammed right into Mr. Lloyd's face and knocked two of his teeth out," Victoria replied. She forced a light laugh. "Now Mr. Lloyd can barely speak without air leaking through the gaps."

Salvador didn't believe her. His voice was hoarse, heavy with exhaustion. "I want to see him."

If there were any officials from the Oversight Department making an Oathbound Plea, then he was a blind, foolish king.

Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was a sea of blood. He feared Irvin had already died.

Victoria immediately gestured for Davis and Irvin to be brought in.

A moment later, Jeremiah entered with the two of them. They knelt before Salvador, crying for his health. Their voices were hoarse with sorrow, especially Irvin's, who had already fainted once from his grief.

Irvin crawled forward, wracked with guilt, tears flowing freely from his eyes. "Your Majesty, it's my fault! I've committed such a grave sin! I deserve to die for it!"