Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

However, it was too late.

Before the maid could leave, a woman had entered. She was dressed in a begonia red brocade dress with intricate floral patterns. Over it, she wore an exquisite fur cloak.

Carissa glanced at her and saw a woman with jet-black, lustrous hair, and skin as fair as snow. Her features were so refined that not a single flaw could be detected.

She wore an emerald hairpin with a four-leaf clover pattern in her hair, adorned with floral decorations, and red ruby earrings hung from her earlobes. Her waist was slender and graceful, her movements both charming and elegant, with a blend of allure and cool detachment.

Abigail furrowed her brow upon seeing the woman enter. The insolent woman had left her room, and was now offending their distinguished guest.

The woman, Ruby, entered the sitting room. She cast a dismissive glance around, and then gave a slight curtsy. "I've heard that a distinguished guest has arrived at the estate, and I'm not permitted to enter the sitting room. I've come to pay my respects, so as not to be remiss in etiquette."

Leona, who had remained silent until now, was visibly shaken by Ruby's insolence. Ruby had completely disregarded her cousin, prompting Leona to tremble and scold, "What are you doing here? Leave!" "Oh? So, it turns out the distinguished guest is someone to be ashamed of? Madam Leona, please don't be angry. I wouldn't want to be the cause of any distress that might affect your pregnancy," Ruby replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"How dare you!" Abigail's face turned ashen with fury. Still, she refrained from expressing her anger openly due to Carissa's presence. "What nonsense are you spouting? Hurry and pay your respects to the princess consort!"

Ruby's gaze shifted to Carissa and Violet before finally settling on Carissa. Her eyes widened slightly with surprise, clearly taken aback by Carissa's beauty.

Ruby wondered how she compared to her.

so many princess consorts in the

gave a perfunctory curtsy in the face of the angry glares from the other women. "Regardless

even glancing at her, Violet addressed Abigail directly, "In the Spencer family, such unruly concubines would be taken out and given a sound thrashing. I wonder if your household upholds such strict discipline as

and she had to restrain herself

though not much better off, had tempered her demeanor over the years and was much more composed. This was a matter for

of her coffee, her expression calm and detached, not even

was showing leniency out of consideration for the Earl of Gracehold's family.

maids stepped forward to drag

at them coldly and spat, "How dare you touch me with your dirty

she

rang out sharply from the corridor, "Hah! What

me, from a brothel,

her"

flared up, burning brightly. With a polite bow, she said, "Excuse me for

the shoulder.

"What are you"