Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Aurora's expression shifted dramatically as Mary's words struck at her very core, hitting the mark precisely.

She had been seeking an opportunity to surpass Carissa, to prove that she was superior. This obsession tormented her day and night, robbing her of sleep and appetite, and filling her with a persistent rage. Yet, despite her daily resentment, it seemed as though Carissa paid her no mind?

She couldn't believe it!

Clenching her fists, Aurora said, "Madam Clayton, have you ever encountered someone so deceitful that they practically embody hypocrisy? Have you seen someone climb to the top by stepping on the achievements of others?

"Someone who feasts on the military honors of their family and is never satisfied? Someone who disregards their comrades' lives, allowing them to be captured and mistreated? And yet, such a person becomes a princess consort. Do you really think the heavens are watching?"

Mary smiled, her wrinkles deepening her expression into a look of gentle kindness. "Such a person exists only in your heart. How could I possibly see her?"

Aurora's expression darkened, her anger evident even through the thin veil. "You don't believe me."

"Whether I believe you or not is of no importance," Mary said calmly. "What matters is that you believe it yourself, and you torment yourself because of it. You are unhappy, consumed by bitterness, and every thought you have is driven by this resentment and anger. In the end, this will only harm you."

and neither does anyone here. Once you leave today, everyone will see you and know that you came to

finally began to

was above such pettiness and

Her heart was already consumed by bitterness and resentment, leaving

with a cold expression. Barrett stared at the carriage for a long while before finally joining her

silence, with neither of them willing to exchange a single glance. The couple who once promised to love each other

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sat in the sitting room, sipping coffee

to reason with her? She

dowager praising her personally. She was recognized for

that time, she

feet. She looked down on her, thinking that a small gesture of kindness would make Lady Carissa

from her lofty perch into the mud. Her dissatisfaction with the world stems from this perceived