Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

The two wedding processions collided head-on.

Barrett looked at Rafael, and Rafael looked back at Barrett.

Their gazes met, and Rafael felt nothing but gratitude. He was thankful Barrett had abandoned Carissa. However, gratitude was one thing-the fact that Barrett had previously wronged Carissa was another matter.

Barrett's eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Once, he had been just as passionate and proud while bringing Carissa into his home. Back then, he had felt like the happiest man in the world. Yet, fate was cruel.

Now, Carissa was the Hell Monarch's princess consort, while Barrett had married and divorced different women, never truly finding fulfillment.

Because of that, Barrett's complex gaze was filled with traces of envy, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, discomfort, and heartache. At this moment, he seemed to fully realize that he and Carissa could never go back-there really was no connection between them anymore.

It was this clear realization that led Barrett to say this as they passed each other:

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on marrying my discarded ex-wife."

He knew how irrational he sounded. He understood the gravity of his words, and the possible wrath of the Hell Monarch.

there was no immediate

"Thank you for being blind. It allowed

aback, watching as Rafael led his

Rafael meant by that? The one he truly loved? Wasn't Rafael's marriage to

procession had moved away, his smile

Barrett was asking

leading the horses, had overheard the exchange and asked quietly,

"Tomorrow!" Rafael uttered firmly.

of celebration. There would

Everett was present. Rafael definitely didn't want to experience the older man's punishment on his wedding night just because of some minor infraction of the rules and family customs. After a pause, Rafael added, "A group

Everett's chilling voice came from behind,

straightened his back, facing forward with

truly frightening. On this joyous day, couldn't the older man

drums playing the entire way, the bridal carriage arrived at Hell Monarch Estate. The journey

hung low in the sky, slowly descending and dyeing the clouds at the horizon with a magnificent tapestry-like brilliance. It had snowed in the morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared.

majestic beauty, even