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.

was frustrated by these

marry me directly if he fails to find a suitable

There were things he didn't know how to explain and

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she couldn't grasp any clear answers. Her relationship with Salvador had been

battle. When she followed her mother into the palace, Salvador had always been kind to her, maintaining the same attitude as in her

insisting on marrying her after her return from the battlefield? And why choose her, a divorced worn, instead of selecting a new concubine through the court's usual

had any genuine interest in her, he could have had her enter the palace back when her

this edict after her divorce and

the palace, he had first sent the queen to test the waters and then

to be pressuring her into marriage, as though her remaining single was

Violet and the others finally woke up. After washing their faces, they devoured the meal set before them

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 too. In my dreams, I was either fighting on the battlefield or returning

with a gloomy expression, "I felt the same

the battlefield, killing was like harvesting chives there wasn't any real emotional impact. 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 I'll