Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Even though hardly anyone came up here, the place was kept remarkably clean. There was even a swing set on the small platform, large enough for two or three people to sit on together. However, there were no guardrails, and the entire platform lacked any kind of barrier. If the swing swung out too far and the person on it couldn't hold on tight, they could easily fall off. Violet invited Jaina to sit on the swing and began to gently rock it back and forth, facing the river view.

Jaina felt a flutter of fear in her heart. Her martial arts skills weren't very good, and her Lightfoot Skill was mediocre at best. She clutched the rope next to her in a death grip.

"When I met you at Grovehill Estate, you didn't know my identity. How could you be so sure afterward?" Jaina was puzzled. Everything felt too coincidental, as if it had been carefully orchestrated.

Violet replied, "That day, you seemed somewhat familiar to me because of the mole on your lip. The Hell Monarch's princess consort's mother also had a mole at the corner of her mouth. Plus, you bear a resemblance to the Hell Monarch's wife, and there were some familiar mannerisms about you. I felt I knew you, but I couldn't quite place who you reminded me of. Now I realize it was Jacob."

"Jacob?" Jaina repeated the name, feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity. She vaguely recalled a boy who once brought her pound cakes under an apple tree. The sunlight shone on his face, and his smile was broad and bright.

Yet, she couldn't recall what he looked like. And now, that boy had grown up and became the head archivist at Hell Monarch Estate.

"You still haven't told me how you knew I was Jaina," Jaina said again.

Violet continued, "Actually, we already knew that Eleanor intended to betroth someone to Thomas, who happens to be my godbrother. They want to place their people within the military. I imagine she didn't keep that from you. If she wanted you to carry out a task, she'd naturally need to inform you."

nodded. "Yes, you're

the moment I laid eyes on you, something felt off. You've lived in Harmony Palace for so long, right? Have you seen any women there who bear a resemblance to you? Those

her head. "I've never

as Hector Sinclair, the grand general who lost his life on the battlefield. He was a marquis back then. However, the duke married Melanie, a

Eleanor hate

made them Henry's concubines, forcing them

having Kyle paint your portrait and send someone to Stonebridge County to investigate. But then..." Violet paused for a moment, and Jaina felt a rush of anxiety. She quickly pressed, "But then

then I saw many portraits in the study when I went to see Kyle. In his search for you, Jacob had Kyle infer what you might look like now. This calculation was made based on

I opened the study door,

to meet you today It's possible that people resembled each other, so we weren't entirely

truly

understand art, and couldn't grasp how someone could predict her current appearance based on how she

memories surged back, a deep pain and bitterness filled her heart, mingled with a flicker of