Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 655

Chapter 655

Chapter 655

Kyle looked up and said, "You two should head out for now. We're not finishing anytime soon. There's still plenty I need to adjust, and we might end up painting a dozen or more portraits."

Rafael stared blankly at the completed painting of the adult woman on the chair. He felt the woman in the portrait resembled Carissa's mom. Not the Melanie he had seen before heading to the Southern Frontier, but the one he remembered from his teenage years. Back then, Melanie had a rounder face, and her smile was soft and gentle.

"Let's go," Carissa said as she tugged on his sleeves lightly.

Rafael glanced down at her. "Carissa, don't you think she resembled someone?"

"Who?" Carissa asked, her gaze drifting back to the painting. There was no sense of familiarity for her.

Seeing that she didn't share his thoughts, Rafael quickly amended his statement. "Perhaps I was just seeing things. Let's step out so we don't disturb them."

As they walked out, Rafael recalled his younger days of following Salvador to Northwatch Estate. Back then, Melanie was still quite young, and Carissa hadn't yet been sent to Meadow Ridge. Carissa was an adorable little girl, soft and sweet, with a lively and playful personality. Being the only daughter after six older brothers, she was greatly cherished, and her lively, gentle nature made her all the more endearing.

portrait of Jaina as a child didn't resemble Carissa at all. Carissa had always been much prettier. That painting on the chair truly did remind him of his mother-in-law

dare mention this to Carissa, as he was afraid it would remind her

was about to ask Carissa if she wanted to go to Richspire Peak when she instructed Lulu, "I'm

swallowed the question he had been about to ask and instead inquired, "What do you need to

about Alana and Leah. They refuse to take any pay for looking after Leona, claiming it's to atone for their mistakes. But Samuel's

you in the room," Rafael said with a

three separate rooms. Carissa usually managed the accounts in her own

wore the embroidered tunic that showed he was the commander of the estate's household army. He looked much more impressive than before, with far less of his former

as the thought entered her mind, Travis plopped down on her desk, grabbed a quill and bit down on it. Then, he mumbled,

Travis hadn't

and Leah's wages. They say they don't want any pay, but they've worked so hard. So,

to take their

say it's a reward for you doing

I tell Alana and

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