Chapter 1057

Salvador’s eyes were filled with guilt. “It is my fault, Mother.”

“I could remind you of your bond with the Sinclair family, speak of the past, and ask you to forget your position as king and treat Ryan as an elder would,” Victoria continued, “but I will not. If you need reminding of a relationship to remember it, then that bond was never genuine. Therefore, I will be direct: You must treat him well. No one is allowed to bully him.”

Her words stirred many memories. He recalled having close friends. His alliance with the Sinclair family had been sincere, formed without ulterior motives. However, when Hector and his sons died for the kingdom, shortly after Salvador's ascension, his mind was consumed with securing his position and building achievements. He prioritized reclaiming the Southern Frontier; his initial reaction to the Sinclairs’ deaths wasn't mourning, but worry. He sent his younger brother, anxiously awaiting news of success. In his anticipation, he inadvertently pushed aside his grief. By the time victory arrived, all he felt was happiness.

Now, Victoria’s words brought it all back. He lingered in those memories, guilt and sorrow creeping into his heart. He stood, eyes brimming with tears, bowing deeply. His voice thick with emotion, he said, “I swear this will never happen again, Mother. As long as I live, no one will dare harm Ryan Sinclair.”

Victoria smiled. “I believe you, my son. Your word is as good as law.”

Later, Salvador personally arranged for Ryan’s departure from the palace, providing him with two carts of gifts. Once Ryan had left, Salvador went to Everspring Palace.

Inside, Kylie knelt, worry etched on her face. She had been deeply frightened when Barrett took Connor to the royal chapel. Though angry at Rafael’s discipline of Connor, she’d dared not show emotion in the queen dowager’s presence. After returning Connor to Everspring Palace, she couldn’t bring herself to scold him, instead comforting him until he was settled.

Kylie knew she spoiled her son, but couldn’t help it. Connor’s birth had given her confidence; his future as crown prince was assured. Her deep affection made her indulgent and lenient.

Salvador entered silently, sitting without speaking. He already knew Kylie had comforted, not punished, Connor.

Kylie turned, her eyes flicking up nervously. Knowing she must defend her son, she said, “Your Majesty, it is my failure as a mother. I am at fault… I’ve already punished him.”

Salvador’s tone was calm. “How?”

“I… I struck his palms,” she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “How many times?”

Kylie hesitated, averting her gaze. “Twenty times.”

A servant brought coffee. Salvador sipped it thoughtfully, yet kept Kylie kneeling. He simply asked, “Did he understand his mistake?”

Relieved, Kylie responded quickly, “He knows he was wrong. He said he will apologize to Ryan properly next time.”

Salvador nodded slightly. “The punishment worked, then.”

“Yes, of course,” Kylie breathed, relieved. “He won’t dare make the same mistake again.”

Salvador set down his cup, fixing his gaze on her. “Since you say you struck his palms twenty times, bring him to me after his kneeling at the royal chapel. I will personally ensure it’s done.”

Kylie’s face paled. “Your Majesty, I’ve already punished him.”

Salvador’s voice remained steady, but edged. “Think carefully. If you didn’t strike him, and you claim you did, perhaps it’s best to send him to the queen dowager. So, did you punish him or not?”

Kylie’s voice trembled. “Your Majesty, twenty strikes could ruin his hands. He’s so young. Surely, if he spoke out of turn, it can be forgiven… It’s not unforgivable.”