Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Carissa knew Violet was favored, but she also felt there was more to it.

The Spencer family was a prominent and powerful clan in Ebonflow, known as royal merchants with many other businesses.

In Starhaven, everyone knew about the Spencer family. They were the wealthiest merchants in the kingdom, and their riches were said to rival a country's wealth.

Yet, with great wealth came great risks, particularly since they supplied the court with warhorses, armor, and weapons. The Ministry of Defense had its eyes on them, and at least half of the king's attention was also focused on the Spencer family. Currently, the head of the Spencer family was Violet's grandfather. However, the real power lay with her father, given her grandfather's advanced age and inability to handle so many affairs.

"What about your marriage? Have you given it any thought?" Carissa asked.

Violet replied lazily, "No, I haven't thought about it. The people they suggest are either too high or too low in status for me. Why bother getting married? It's more carefree not to. I can go wherever I want and do whatever I wish without being tied down." Carissa reflected on Violet's personality. The latter had always been accustomed to freedom and the vastness of the world. To confine her to domestic chores would be cruel.

The Spencer family was a major clan, and Violet couldn't marry someone from a small or simple family. But if she joined a larger family, all the people and responsibilities would be really overwhelming for her.

Violet continued, "There are several women in my family who remain unmarried. There's no pressure. With my family's wealth, they can afford to support me. Also, once my master retires, I'll manage the Inferno Guild. Isn't running a guild better than getting married?" Carissa looked at Violet's carefree and calm demeanor, recalling that she had once shared the same attitude. They had both talked about not getting married in the past.

resolute in her decision not to marry, while Carissa had

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before Rafael without feeling the pressure

to the capital was relatively swift, at least faster than

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from the Ministry of Protocol, especially with the two sons

every relay station they passed sent a message

tanned-faced men had spent some time recuperating at the relay station at Westglade and had become somewhat fairer. As they traveled under the glaring sun, their faces

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reddish-black tint.