Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 154

Just as Carissa reached Northwatch Estate, Derek came personally to deliver Salvador's edict.

Carissa was stunned. If she couldn't find a suitable husband in three months, she would have to enter the palace?

She quickly asked Derek to stay, and dismissed everyone else. "Mr. Walker, can you tell me what exactly His Majesty means?"

If Salvador was determined to have her enter the palace, there was no need to give her three months to find a suit. With the edict out, no one would dare to marry her. It seemed like another form of coercion, leaving her with no option but to enter the palace.

However, if he had used his authority and still granted these three months...

There was something odd about this edict.

Derek pondered momentarily, and said, "Perhaps His Majesty thinks that if someone dares to propose to you within these three months and challenge his will, he would believe that person truly cares for you." "But why is the king so concerned with my marriage?"

"Didn't you say it yourself? Since you consider His Majesty as an older brother, it's only natural for him to plan a marriage for his sister," Derek replied.

frustrated by these

case, why marry me directly if he fails to find

didn't know how to explain and couldn't express. Salvador's mind was as inscrutable as

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she couldn't grasp any clear answers. Her relationship

Ridge, she discovered her father and brothers had died in battle. When she followed her mother into the palace, Salvador had always been kind to

insisting on marrying her after her return from the battlefield? And why choose her, a divorced worn,

had her enter the palace back when her mother was arranging a marriage

he only issue this edict after her divorce

itself was peculiar. Instead of directly summoning her to the palace, he had first sent the queen to test the waters and then given her three months

her into marriage, as though her remaining single was somehow

the others finally woke up. After washing their faces, they devoured the meal set before them as if they hadn't eaten in

a chair, his hair in disarray, clearly having made no effort to tidy up. Rubbing his stomach, he said in a tired voice, "I slept for a long time and dreamed for a long time

with a gloomy expression, "I

But now, reflecting on the number of people I've killed, I feel so distressed. Being a warrior is no easy task. I don't think