Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1471

Still on her knees, Carissa felt like a lifetime had passed before she heard Salvador's soft sigh, followed by a quiet chuckle.

"You little fool. Why are you throwing a tantrum?" he said.

A sense of relief washed over Carissa.

At first, anger and frustration had driven her to speak recklessly. After that, what she said was more of a gamble. But deep down, she had been scared. She couldn't imagine how ruthless a king, whose life was nearly at an end, could be when he became cold-hearted.

But when he asked that question, nothing she said could have changed anything. Her only option was to throw a fit, raise her voice, and make a scene.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it might work.

"Get up," Salvador instructed in a softer tone.

A faint smile touched his thin, pallid face. "You're just the same as you were as a child. Always so proud, never willing to let anything slide. I barely asked you a question and you turned it into a scolding. I can't do a thing with you."

He looked at her, his gaze deep and weary. "Tell me, why argue with a man who's almost dead? Are you not afraid I'll tell Nathan you've been picking on me? Don't forget, once upon a time, you used to see me as an elder brother. And I am still your elder brother now."

Carissa turned her head, tears welling up despite herself.

Now, he called himself an elder brother.

"Your Grace, please, get up," Derek cut in, making a motion to help her.

Carissa rose, quickly wiping away her tears.

Salvador groaned in pain, his suffering becoming unbearable. He raised a hand, signaling her to leave. Moments later, he called for Desmond.

The muffled sounds of his pain filled the space as Carissa stood there, rooted for a long while before finally turning to leave. Her feelings for the king were tangled. Sometimes, he felt like both a ruler and a brother, but at other times, she found him particularly detestable.

Didn't he feel awkward about it?

Perhaps after Sebastian's treatment, there would be a conversation between Salvador and Rafael. At this point, Carissa hoped the two brothers could be open with each other without hiding anything—it was too painful.