Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Before long, Ryan returned in his new clothes.

Over the past few months, he had grown taller. The outfit, which had been custom-made, fit him perfectly. The white silk satin was embroidered with rabbits, and the outfit featured a small cape made of leather with a black exterior and blue lining. The hood of the cape, when draped over his back, gave him the appearance of a young hero. His hair was tied up with a blue silk ribbon, making him look both adorable and festive.

"Let me see," Carissa said, holding his hand and inspecting him from top to bottom. His freshly powdered face was still flushed and warm, but he wore a beaming smile. "Gosh! Is this our boy, Ryan? I almost didn't recognize you. You look truly wonderful."

Ryan blushed slightly. "Those are just things to say to little kids, Aunt Carissa. I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Of course you are," Carissa said with affection. "In my eyes, you will always be a little kid."

She hugged him, feeling the warmth of family.

Sally smiled, and added, "Lord Ryan, you look so handsome. When you grow up, you'll surely be a brave and formidable man-a true hero."

Ryan loved being called a hero, and he immediately offered a piece of candy he had been saving to Sally. "Here's some candy, miss. Thank you for all your hard work."

"Thank you, Lord Ryan.

let's go play. We'll come back

the bride would depart. So, it was about time

Hell Monarch Estate by then and begin the ceremony. Although it wasn't a rushed affair, preparations had to be made early due to the snowy

for by noon, the snow had stopped. The sky began to clear, and the bright sunlight reflected

Carissa was fully dressed in her wedding gown and wore her

minimal makeup. Her beauty mole was subtly enhanced at the corner of her eye, and a delicate rose was painted at the center of her brow-its petals vivid and full of life. The rose and the beauty mole added a touch of allure to her pure and stunning face. Her eyes, naturally slightly upturned, already held an air of charm

the ladies from the Sinclair family gathered to observe. They were in awe of Carissa under the deft hands

be called the most beautiful woman in the capital is truly not an

When her veil is lifted

this beautiful-whoever

surely have