Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

As the sun set and cast a warm glow over the city, Caspian stepped out of the Ministry of Infrastructure, where a carriage was already waiting for him.

Before he climbed aboard, he said, "Let's head to the end of Jubilant Street first. My wife mentioned a couple of days ago that she wanted to have Harold's ravioli. I want to buy some fresh ones to cook at home." "I'm afraid he won't be set up yet," the coachman, Charles, replied.

Harold's ravioli stall only opened at night. The capital was thriving, and both Jubilant Street and Beacon Street buzzed with activity when night fell.

"It's almost time. We can wait a bit once we get there," Caspian said with a wave of his hand.

Charles chuckled. "You really care for your wife, don't you, sir?"

Caspian playfully tapped Charles on the head and smiled. "She's a good woman who married me and is raising our children. How could I not treat her well? And you'd best take care of Jenny too." Charles nodded and grinned. "I understand, sir."

Charles had grown up in the Prince household, and Jenny was a girl brought into the family at a young age. A couple of years back, Caspian had arranged for the marriage, and Jenny now served at Luna's side.

As they arrived at the end of Jubilant Street, they saw vendors beginning to set up their stalls one by one. Harold was now elderly and slower in his movements, so Caspian and Charles quickly went to assist him. When Harold spotted Caspian, he smiled and said, "Mr. Prince! Back again to buy ravioli for your wife?"

"Indeed, Harold. My wife loves your ravioli. She won't touch anyone else's, not even what our chef makes. It just doesn't suit her tastes," Caspian replied.

Harold laughed and waved his hand. "No need to help. I can manage this on my own."

But Caspian and Charles continued to lend a hand, setting up the stall until it was ready. Once they finished, Harold began to prepare the ravioli, as the dough and fillings had already been made and brought over. "Why don't you sit for a moment, Mr. Prince? It'll be ready soon," Harold said. "How much are you buying this time?"

five pounds again," Caspian

wife have kind hearts. Good people always receive

his ravioli wasn't delicious. It was just that he moved too slowly and had no one to help him.

though she couldn't possibly eat that much, she insisted on buying five pounds each time and would take it home to share with the servants. Luna just

"Harold, I'd like

looked up to see a young woman standing at the stall. She was

been busy all day and skipped lunch. I'm absolutely starving!" the

up, recognizing her as Ava Weaver,

close your family's shop, Ms. Weaver? Have a

looked slightly surprised when she saw

curtsied. "It's nice to see

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the day when Eugene Snyder hosted a banquet, she had brought coffee and Eugene had praised her family's coffee beans. Since Caspian enjoyed a good cup

politely.

face. "Would you mind if Harold serves me first, Mr. Prince? I'm just so hungry after such a busy

felt a bit

buy the ravioli quickly

could prepare it for Luna's dinner that night. Otherwise, it would have to serve as a late night

he recognized

ahead and