Melody of Strength novel

By the time they arrived at the capital, it was already New Year’s Eve.

The New Year was the most anticipated and joyous festival of the year for the common folk. Every street to

and alley was filled with festive cheer, with households putting up decorations and preparing firework

usher in the new year.

Amidst this time of universal celebration and family reunions, Avis had passed away quietly, her death not causing even the slightest ripple in Yuvan’s family. As Yuvan and his family had already arrived in the capital, the news of her death may not have reached them yet.

When Carissa entered Hell Monarch Estate, she learned that Yuvan’s family had arrived and that Helen was hosting them.

As Violet handed over her horsewhip to the stable hand, she clenched her fists upon hearing the news. Her anger was so intense, she could hardly contain herself. She felt an overwhelming urge to storm in and confront Yuvan.

Rafael frowned. “When I left, they hadn’t yet arrived in the capital. Clearly, they’ve only just come. Instead of visiting the palace first to pay respects to the queen dowager, they came straight to Hell Monarch Estate to visit me. It seems that I’ve underestimated my uncle in the past.”

Carissa kept her gaze down, not lifting her eyes. “His visit to Hell Monarch Estate is merely a display for the king. It serves to inform His Majesty that now, in Starhaven, only the Hell Monarch is known, not the king. That’s why even upon returning to the capital, Prince Yuvan must first visit Hell Monarch Estate.”

Rafael, understanding his wife’s pain, clearly did not want her to face them.

“Carissa, don’t go see him. Go rest in our room. I’ll go see what they’re up to.”

Carissa’s eyes were dark with a hint of cold determination. “Why shouldn’t I see him? It’s New Year’s Eve, a perfect opportunity to spread joy by letting them know of Aunt Avis‘ passing.”

Rafael grasped her arm, his eyes full of concern. “Don’t be like this. If you’re upset, just cry it out.”

Since her aunt’s death, Carissa had not shed a single tear. On the way back, Rafael had expected her to weep in his arms, but she remained quiet and still, neither crying nor speaking. Even when she finally spoke to him, it had only been about Yuvan’s collusion with Eleanor, her demeanor as calm as ever.

Carissa slowly shook her head. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It would be like carving another piece of flesh from her already festering heart. Tears could not alleviate her pain.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Without even bothering to change her clothes, she accompanied Rafael to the main hall. Violet followed without hesitation.

Laughter and conversation filled the air as they approached the main hall.

“Lady Helen, you’re truly blessed to be able to leave the estate and live with Prince Rafael. Few

concubines in the palace have such fortune as you.”

You speak so well, Lady Fiona. What a clever tongue. I truly appreciate it,” Helen said with a broad smile, clearly delighted by the flattery.

“Lady Helen, every word from me is sincere,” Fiona said, her tone steady and eamest.

If

e only listened, they might believe it to be utterly heartfelt.

“Prince Rafael and Lady Carissa have returned,” Gillian announced as soon as she spotted them from afar.

As Rafael, Carissa, and Violet entered the main hall, they saw a middle–aged man in a brocade robe looking toward the door. He was handsome yet somewhat reserved.

Fiona sat beside him. She was dressed in a striking coral–red gown with intricate gold and silver embroidery. Though she was in her early thirties, her complexion was smooth and healthy. Her hair was styled in an elaborate updo, adorned with two pearl–inlaid hairpins, giving her an air of elegance.

On the right side was Yuvan’s eldest son from his previous concubine, who had been raised by Avis as her own. He was slim and bore a strong resemblance to Yuvan, with a dignified posture that spoke of refined

manners.

Two younger boys, approximately fifteen to seventeen years old, were seated nearby. Their clothing was more luxurious than the eldest son’s, and their expressions were even more haughty.

The two young women present, Sabrina and Stephanie, wore matching lake–blue dresses. Due to the heating in the room, they had removed their cloaks.

Rafael and Carissa entered, surveyed the room, and remained silent.

Fiona was just a concubine, not Yuvan’s rightful wife, so she stood up to greet them.

“Greetings, Your Highness, Your Grace.”

The three young men and two young women also stood and bowed.

Rafael’s voice was cold and indifferent as he said, “Sit

Yuyan had expected Rafael and Carissa to come forward and greet him, so he felt somewhat embarrassed when they remained standing in place.

He forced a smile and asked, “Rafael, my nephew. Where have you been?”

“Verdant Monastery,” Rafael replied, his gaze as frosty as his voice.