Her Graceful War Song

When Rafael returned from work, Carissa updated him on the matter.

After removing his cloak and handing it to a servant, Rafael sat down and sipped on a cup of coffee. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Logan is a typical wealthy young man-fond of pleasure and indulgence. He and Kiera do seem to share...similar interests."

"In a few days, I expect the Quinton family will come to finalize the betrothal. My suggestion is to follow the usual marriage customs. I've spoken with Kiera, and she enjoys these traditional ceremonies," said Carissa.

"Have her marriage arranged according to her preferences. I'm her brother. I've faced countless dangers on the battlefield, and it's all been to ensure that she and my mother can live freely as they please." He took Carissa's hand and guided her to sit beside him, his eyes gentle.

"Originally, I wanted to say that to you, but it seems I don't really have the right to. Your father's and brothers' military achievements, and your own, should be more than enough to secure a comfortable life for you."

Carissa smiled. "The words you speak bring me happiness."

His eyes shifted with emotion. "Really? Then, let me be honest with you. When I first went to the Southern Frontier, my sole intention was to reclaim the region and then return to marry you."

He gently pulled her onto his lap. Seeing this, the servants immediately took their leave.

Carissa rested her head on his shoulder. "You've achieved your wish."

"And you?" His voice carried a hint of anxiety. "By marrying me, have you fulfilled your wish?"Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Carissa smiled, pressing her chin slightly against his shoulder. "Yes, and I'm happy."

His grip tightened around her, making it almost difficult for her to breathe. "Carissa, with this, I have nothing else I wish for."

Carissa stayed in his embrace for a while before gently pushing him away. "How is the establishment of the household soldiers progressing? You mentioned it earlier, right?"

"It has already begun. Haven't you

heard from Rod? Originally, over a hundred of my own guards accompanied me in the campaign. Now, I need to transfer them back from the Hell Monarch Army still

need to discuss this matter with the

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"I see. I noticed that the vacant land in the estate is being developed, but I haven't seen any household soldiers stationed yet, so I was asking."

"You don't need to worry about these

matters. If

you

want to manage the

household affairs, feel free to do so. If not, Luke is handling things well Jacob has been accompanying me to the Supreme Court recent so he hasn't had much time to attend to the estate."

"I'm only taking a brief break myself. It's uncommon for a lady of the estate to be idle. I'll be taking over responsibilities from Luke in a few days," Carissa replied.

"Alright. Most of the staff in the

estate are new, with some coming from the palace with me. Although they're young, they are considered long-time members of the

household. Luke also accompanied me from the palace and has with me for many years, so he is absolutely trustworthy. You can manage the rest as you see fit.

"As for my mother, she has always liked to sleep in. Don't go to her too early to greet her. You should sleep in a little yourself."

Carissa smiled. "I've already greeted her and paid my respects once since we got married. After that, she has been coming to have breakfast with me. You leave early, so you might not know about that." Rafael was quite surprised. "Really?"

He knew that his mother and Carissa had a good relationship now, but he hadn't expected it to have progressed to the point where Carissa didn't need to formally greet her, and that Helen even came to seek her out personally.

He couldn't help but smile. "The peaceful interactions between you two is something I hadn't anticipated."

"I didn't expect it either," Carissa said with a laugh.

Since Rafael had returned early today, he planned to have a meal with everyone. However, upon hearing of this, Helen claimed she wasn't feeling well and requested that her meal be brought to her room. Rafael thought she might truly be unwell and was about to visit her when Carissa stopped him.

"She's not unwell. It's just that you've been leaving early and returning late recently, giving her fewer greetings and talking to her less. Now that you suddenly want to have a meal together, she might think you want to criticize her about something."

Rafael was astonished. "Why would she think that? When have I ever spoken ill of her? She's my mother-what right do I have to criticize her?"