Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

As Rafael packed the gifts, his mind wandered to the matters concerning the Pathfinders Guild.

He was naturally pleased that so many people were looking out for Carissa. Still, he also wanted Adrian and the others to know that he would protect Carissa from now on, and they no longer needed to worry. Most importantly, he had to tell Adrian one crucial thing today-from now on, he would ensure that Carissa sent at least two letters back to the guild each month. No matter what happened, whether it was something good or bad, the guild members would be informed, so they wouldn't have to trouble themselves by sending people down to investigate.

After filling three carts to the brim with gifts, he saw Carissa leading Ryan and Lulu out.

Carissa's face was serene and composed, her calm demeanor only enhancing her beauty. She was dressed in a deep purple dress that accentuated her fair, translucent skin. Two peonies were pinned in her hair, but even the flowers seemed less radiant than she was.

As Rafael recalled the previous night's events, he felt his blood rush uncontrollably to one place, his deep gaze filled with a turbulent, unreadable emotion.

When Carissa looked up and saw that expression in his eyes, she immediately recognized it.

It had been the same for the past two nights.

These past two nights, he seemed to have entered a state of insatiable desire, like someone discovering

a new passion for the first time, constantly craving more and more without end.

Carissa's cheeks flushed as she avoided his gaze. That look always made her heart race.

Rafael approached her, and took her hand. "The gifts for the visit are all prepared. Shall we go?"

gaze, her earlier composure instantly

had shared such intimate moments, the way he interlaced his fingers

up and asked Lulu, "Lulu, why does

at her young mistress, whose

playfully, "That's because when a man holds a

I'm holding your hand, so

have thick skin. Even if I blush,

said, his eyes suddenly gleaming with wisdom beyond his

carts of gifts trailing behind them, returning to Northwatch Estate with great pomp

run into Barrett and Viola,

was so swollen and bruised

he deserved for his loose

well, narrowing his eyes in

fall, a faint smile curling

held a grudge-served

Rafael's gaze, caught sight of

by his two wives at

head. "Not sure, but maybe. After all, those two women aren't exactly pushovers." Aurora was still Barrett's rightful wife, and naturally held the title of madam as well. However, she would be referred to as a

did a number on him. His face is so swollen, I can barely