Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls.

Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her-her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett.

Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?"

Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won't be a concubine. She'll be my legal wife and equal to you."

"Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she's really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent.

Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don't need your approval."

Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?"

wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on

he had lifted his wife's veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in

When I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a

unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump

and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your

straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She

ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been

she currently in the mansion?" Carissa

with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she's talking to my mother. She's made her

"When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate's affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It

seeking praise. She was stating the facts

said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the