After Lily finished speaking, a maid entered with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup. Carissa had been hungry moments before, but now, seeing the hot soup, she suddenly lost her appetite. "You should eat. Your mother, watching from above, would be very happy to see you marrying Prince Rafael today. I promise you that," Lily said gently.

Carissa's tears fell into the broth as she held the bowl of soup.

Choking up, she said, "This phoenix crown is so heavy... It's causing me such pain in my neck that I feel like crying."

Trying to hold back her own tears, Lily wiped Carissa's tears away but understood that a new bride could cry if she wished.

"Silly girl, finish your soup, then we'll remove the crown, change your clothes, and help you take a bath. Tonight, there's much celebration outside. Prince Rafael probably won't return to the suite until after midnight."

Carissa took a few spoonfuls of the soup, her sobs softening. "Where's the dagger he sent? Didn't Mom give him a token in return?"

"The dagger was in the duke's armory in Northwatch Estate," Lily said with a smile. "I brought it along and will show it to you tomorrow. Your mother did give him a token in return as well."

Lily's smile widened. "She gave him a handkerchief, saying it was one you had embroidered yourself."

surprise. "Huh? That

had thought it was something given to him when she

"Yes."

things that could have been

appetite was

mother have sent such an ugly handkerchief to Rafael as a token? When Carissa saw it in the command tent back then, she had thought it was extremely ugly and had even made fun of it

thinking about how Rafael had carefully kept that handkerchief on the battlefield, never parting

it was still so

first embroidery you ever did, and you did such a

still couldn't resist eating eagerly as she smelled the delicious

yet I can only

Rafael will share

felt sorry for the bride being so hungry, the

allowing you to return and rest

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