Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Rafael took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of Carissa's eyes.

"I'm not foolish at all. What use is military power? How can it compare to you? With the country at peace, holding onto military power would only provoke jealousy and lead to future troubles. Even if the king hadn't forced me, I would have given it up."

Rafael even smiled with a hint of pride. "If he hadn't pressured me, I'd still be worrying about how to propose to you. With the edict given, I believed you would choose me over becoming a concubine. He actually helped me."

Carissa shot him a teasing glance. "You're actually pleased about it? Really, you're the type who gets scammed and would still thank the scammer for it."

Her playful reproach seemed to touch his heart deeply, making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

"It doesn't matter. I've achieved what I wished for," said Rafael.

Carissa lowered her gaze, feeling a sweet satisfaction in her heart.

Achieving what one wished for-wasn't that exactly how she felt too? It was delightful to realize how well their hearts were aligned.

He served her some food, adding a bit of everything to her plate. "You must be starving."

I'd be hungry and had someone prepare it for me. I

after table, there was indeed no time to eat. I had hoped to return earlier, but then my master pulled me aside to toast with

master was the one who dragged you off, wasn't he?" asked Carissa, taking a bite

to a perfect tenderness and tasted delicious. The traditional dish combining various meat and vegetables represented the unity of a couple's hearts. So, she gave a piece to Rafael

marriage. Without a suitable way to express their feelings, it was better to say less to avoid mistakes. Carissa ate gracefully, her manners

when they conquered Ilyrian City. He had given her a bowl of chicken noodle soup, which she

link the Carissa in front of him now with the one from the battlefield? They seemed like entirely different

the smile in her husband's eyes. Her mind was occupied with

she married Barrett, her mother had invited her aunt to teach Carissa how to serve a husband and what the wedding night would be like. But over time, she

that advice had already been given, so she hadn't brought it up

to recall her

husband undress, or was it the other way around? Should she be the one to take initiative, or should she be more passive? Was the concern

Carissa had

something. It seemed she shouldn't be too forward, nor too passive. She shouldn't make her husband think she was too frivolous, but she also shouldn't seem too unresponsive. She needed to find the right