Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Aurora couldn't bring herself to meet Carissa's gaze, as cold and sharp as a blade. Every word Carissa spoke was unpleasant to hear, yet not a single one was untrue.

Aurora had been desperate to achieve something. After the battle at Victory Pass, she believed she had. succeeded, and that she had done so with exceptional merit. No longer just the daughter of an old soldier, she was now a general in her own right.

She looked down on everyone and felt superior, but deep down, she knew she was still insignificant. Otherwise, with her accomplishments, she wouldn't have been relegated to the position of Barrett's secondary wife.

Most people wouldn't have accepted such a fate.

Aurora's acceptance was driven by two reasons-her deep affection for Barrett, as well as the realization that, without her achievements, she would never be able to reach the heights of the Warren family. She dismissed the trivialities of domestic struggles, claiming she wanted women to excel on the battlefield, contributing to the kingdom through war and conquest. She said these things to Barrett, who believed them and looked at her with admiration.

Needing Barrett to see her as different, she achieved this by sleeping with him before returning to the capital, securing her place in the Warren family.

Though Carissa had been Barrett's primary wife back then, Aurora hadn't considered her a threat. Carissa was just a highborn lady, obedient to propriety, governed by rules, and overly demure. Boring, really.

her career. With a

that Carissa was not a mere docile cat but a patient and calculating tiger? As Aurora's thoughts drifted, Frederick returned with the promissory note and a stamp pad. He

promissory note for fifty silver coins was a humiliation to Aurora. She glared at Carissa, but the moment their eyes met,

and looked at the young woman leaning against the corridor

her, "My lady, don't be upset. Indifference is the strongest armor-no

softly, "Frederick, I'm fine. I was just thinking about how lively the house used to be when everyone was still

former self. The title remained, but the people were

herself dwell on the past for long.

commotion would have reached him. After all, Aurora's cries had echoed through

Hall, she found him in the small study, writing diligently. His face was calm, and the desk was covered with sheets of paper. Lulu and Joy stood nearby, attending

the sound of his aunt's footsteps, Ryan looked up

However, he was putting in great