Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Janice had always accompanied Helen, so she had intended to go along as well. However, Carissa asked her to stay behind.

"I'm short of people in my room. Please stay here and assist me for now."

Janice bowed her head. "Yes, Your Grace!"

She stopped in her tracks, and did not follow. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes-had Carissa noticed something?

Carissa smiled warmly. "I've heard from Mother that you're skilled at hairstyling. From now on, you'll work as a hairstylist in my quarters."

Seeing Carissa's gentle smile, Janice asked, "Your Grace, Lulu has always been the one to do your hair. If I take over her duties, won't it be inappropriate?" Carissa reassured her, "Lulu has other tasks to attend to. It's not about taking someone's place. There's no need for you to feel uneasy."

Janice finally felt somewhat reassured. "Understood. If Lady Helen agrees, I'll serve you in Orchid Hall, Your Grace."

She cast a secretive glance at Rafael. He remained indifferent, clearly showing no sign of suspicion.

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Gracehold Estate was brightly lit. The Earl of Gracehold and his wife, along with other members of the household, came out to welcome Helen.

such a fuss. I've come just to visit my

those present were hard

question them. But by evening, no one from Hartstone Estate had

Abigail understood that while Helen could be managed, she could also

"Everyone, please don't disperse yet. I'll go see Leona first, and then return to speak with

smile, her words cast a

fumed, "That ungrateful brat! He's disgraceful! He's brought shame upon the Earl

Abigail sighed. "Your mother

him and permits his behavior, which is why he's so brazen. Today's disaster only resulted in a few scoldings from her. Ruby was supposed to be expelled from the residence, but he refused to allow it. He even threatened to kill

The indulgence of his mother, Dorothy made Samuel unruly and arrogant. After marrying Leona, Samue considered himself superior

Samuel had been dismissed from office

others for his downfall and scorned

officialdom, spending his davne

poetry, lost in this

pale yellow curtains, adding to the atmosphere of sadness. Leona's eyes were swollen from crying. Seeing Helen and Violet, she thought it was her mother and

tears flowed freely with

the curtain was lifted, Helen and Violet stood at the bedside. Seeing Leona's tear-streaked, swollen face, Helen's