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After Chaya finished speaking, she dropped to her knees. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded, “Your Majesty, please see the truth. Prince Hayden never plotted against you. It was Prince Nicholas who said that if his plan succeeded, everything would be fine. If it failed, he would have the people of Nerovia slaughtered.
“That is how he has always manipulated Prince Hayden. Nicholas killed all of Prince Hayden’s allies; there are hardly any left now. Prince Hayden said he was ashamed of raising such a villainous son and couldn’t face the world. So, he chose to take his own life. Please, Your Majesty, send help to Nerovia. The people there will die!”
As Chaya spoke, she remembered Hayden’s final moments, and her heart ached with unbearable sorrow. She began to weep uncontrollably, her cries echoing through the hall.
Concerned that her grief might cause her to lose her composure, Davis quickly spoke up, “Ms. Kingsley, please don’t cry. The people of Nerovia are safe. A messenger carrying Prince Hayden’s emblem was sent there long ago. The court has already taken control of Nerovia. No harm will come to its people.” Nicholas jerked his head up, his face ashen.
“Impossible!” he blurted out.
The emblem was in his hands. How could the officials in Nerovia fail to recognize the real one? If they saw it was fake, they would never allow the messenger to leave the city, unless… unless the army was involved.
But there couldn’t possibly be enough soldiers to surround the city!
Sensing Nicholas’ confusion, Davis smiled coldly. “Oh, you didn’t know? We’ve already taken over Nerovia. Otherwise, how would we know about your secret code with Mr. Murphy? How else could Mr. Spencer have impersonated Mr. Murphy to deceive you?”
Davis deliberately mentioned
Eustace, as he hoped to remind
Salvador of the Spencer family’s loyalty. This was meant to offset the actions of the third son of the family’s collateral branch, who secretly helped Nicholas steal 500 warhorses.
Nicholas could no longer claim he wanted to take the blame for his dad. Never in all his plans had he predicted that Nerovia would fall.
That place had been his stronghold.
He had never forgotten that Nerovia had once revered Hayden above all else. But before taking action, Nicholas had already secured the emblem. Looking back, he realized he had taken it too late.
He had been careless. He thought that since Hayden left Nerovia so long ago, nothing would stir up trouble. He had never expected that a single emblem could bring it down.
Nicholas’ lips moved, but no words came out. He lifted his gaze to Salvador, fixating on the throne where the king sat. His eyes burned with longing and frustration.
It was so close just one step away-but now, it was beyond his reach, forever.
And without that, death was all that awaited him.
Salvador’s sharp gaze fixed on Nicholas. His voice rang out coldly, “Take him to Astral Prison. Once all the rebels are captured, we will execute them.”
Nicholas was dragged away. His eyes, once dull and lifeless, flickered with a faint spark at Salvador’s words.
Yes, not all of his men had been caught yet. At least Clifford was still free. As long as that man lived, there was still hope.
Clifford harbored more hatred for Sigmund than anyone else. Naturally, that hatred extended to Salvador, Sigmund’s son. Clifford was determined to see the favored child of the late king dragged from the throne.
As Derek escorted Chaya out, all the officials present watched silently, aware of her identity and too cautious to address her in the king’s presence. However, Derek wasn’t leading her out of the palace; he was taking her to Serenity Palace. With Sophie there, Chaya would be well cared for.
When Sophie heard of Hayden’s suicide, she paused for a moment as a wave of sorrow washed over her.
In this rebellion, he had been the one to suffer the most, enduring torment and anguish like no other. Yet, from beginning to end, his loyalty had never wavered.
Her eyes reddened, and despite her efforts, she couldn’t hold back the tears that silently streamed down her cheeks.
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.
Sophie 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 Sophie, 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.”
Sophie 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.”
“He wanted you to live well. You’re still young, and there’s so much life ahead of you. If you truly miss him, you can do the things he always wanted to but never could,” Sophie said softly.
Chaya’s eyes were distant and filled with sorrow.
No one would ever treat her as well as Hayden had. She wasn’t afraid of death. What was there to fear about it? In the past, her life had been worse than a dog’s. She had wanted to die but couldn’t.
But Hayden had wanted her to live well.
“Why don’t you stay at Skye Embroidery for a while?” Violet suggested.
“No, I won’t,” Chaya replied, shaking her head.
After a moment, she turned to Sophie and asked, “Where will he be buried? Wherever he is, I’ll build a small house nearby to stay with him.”
“We don’t know yet. If he’s buried in the Princes’ Mausoleum, you won’t be able to go there,” Sophie replied.
The Princes’ Mausoleum was near the Royal Mausoleum, an area restricted within a three-mile radius.
“To be making funeral arrangements but still not know where he will be buried…” Chaya’s heart sank even further.,” he can’t be laid to restin the Princes’ Mausoleum, where will he be placed? I asked the Royal Management Department, but they wouldn’t say.”