Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Leona's maids, Hazel and Kate, were also crying in sorrow at Dorothy's words.

When Hazel saw Carissa preparing to head outside, she hurriedly spoke up, "Your Grace, Mr. Samuel was trying to convince Lady Leona to speak on his behalf to the king. He hoped to restore his position and title. Lady Leona refused, saying he didn't deserve it. In a fit of rage, he pushed her-it's not Lady Leona's fault! Madam Dorothy's words are deeply hurtful to Lady Leona."

Carissa was furious. She pushed aside the curtain and stepped out, her cold gaze landing squarely on Dorothy's face.

The older woman was momentarily taken aback by the sharpness of Carissa's eyes, but she quickly straightened up, reminding herself of her seniority and status. Even as a princess consort, Carissa had no right to meddle in the affairs of the Earl of Gracehold's family. "What do you intend to do, Your Grace?" Dorothy asked in a defensive tone.

Carissa fixed her with an icy stare. "If I hear one more word from your mouth that insults the duchess, I will have you arrested for disrespecting the royal family."

"How dare you-"

With a swift kick, Carissa sent a chair flying. It crashed against the door, splintering into pieces on the floor. The sound of the break echoed ominously alongside her cold voice. "Just watch me. If anything happens to Leona, your precious grandson will follow her into the grave."

chill ran down Dorothy's spine, and she found herself unable to

"Right now, we need to focus on Leona. Your Grace, please

it over. Carissa took it

everyone present before addressing Abigail. "Your daughter-in-law

upon hearing Violet's words, Abigail instructed her sisters-in-law to "look after" Dorothy before following Violet into the room. Though Abigail had indulged her son, she

said, taking the medicine from

her mouth, tears dripping down onto her wrist. "Leona, listen to me, okay? Don't think about anything else. Just focus on bringing this child into the

forced herself to drink the bitter

pleading glance at Carissa, her tears soaking the pillow beneath her. "Cari, help

pang in her

is she doing?" she asked

peeked beneath the quilt, and quickly removed all the needles. Then, she sighed and said,