Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1467

Rafael took Carissa's hand in his, his expression serious.

"I never wanted a secondary wife or concubine. I have no intentions toward anyone but you. You must always trust me."

Carissa gazed up at him, her eyes soft and trusting. "Of course I believe you. Otherwise, why would I have rejected it so firmly?"

He pulled her gently into his embrace, both finding comfort in the trust they shared. It was their anchor, and in that moment, they were certain their bond would weather any storm.

"Has Sebastian examined His Majesty?" Rafael asked.

Carissa shook her head softly in his arms. "No. His Majesty hasn't mentioned it, and no one has dared to suggest it. Even the queen dowager hasn't brought it up."

Rafael sighed lightly. "He looks like he's aged ten years in the span of a few months. When I first saw him, I was truly startled."

Carissa, who occasionally saw Salvador, didn't think he appeared a decade older at once. However, she did notice his significant weariness and his eyes were clouded and dull.

"The department heads and Lord Wright didn't recommend Sebastian, because when His Majesty left the palace and came to the estate, he claimed it was a private visit for a diagnosis," she said. "So naturally, the department heads wouldn't bring him up again. But I do find it strange that Mr. Murray didn't recommend him either."

Jeremiah was well aware of the entire situation.

Rafael's brow furrowed as something came to mind.

"When my dad, the previous king, was gravely ill, Mr. Murray recommended a well-known physician from the common folk to treat him. But after his condition worsened, he grew enraged and had the physician executed. I suppose that's why Mr. Murray doesn't dare recommend Sebastian now."

Carissa's eyes widened in shock. "That really happened?"

"Yes," Rafael replied, his tone somber. "I heard that the physician was actually a friend of Sebastian's."

He paused, his thoughts weighing heavily on him.

Rafael fell silent for a long while, a look of concern settling on his face.

Carissa lifted her gaze to him. "Do you think there's a problem?"

He cleared his throat, still hoarse from his illness.

"In any era, there are often factions in opposition. Despite her high position, Queen Kylie has been confined to her quarters time and again. The management of the harem has fallen into the hands of Lady Grace and Lady Sylvia, and the Quinton family has been suppressed.

Carissa followed his reasoning. "But there's a premise to what you're saying—if Lady Grace and Lady Sylvia know about His Majesty's condition. Though... I suppose it won't be easy to keep it hidden much longer."