Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 870

Chapter 870

Helen often spoke of Sigmund. Sometimes she praised him, and other times, she complained. But whenever his name came up, she adopted the demeanor of a spoiled little girl, as if she had never really grown up.

She had been the most carefree concubine in the palace, occupying her position without having to navigate any intricate schemes. Even if there were plots against her, they never targeted her directly as Victoria always stood guard on her behalf.

Helen had been pampered growing up, then pampered again while having children. And now, she was pampered by her daughter-in-law. It seemed she never needed to worry about anything.

Yet, she still found trivial matters to fret over, like squabbles with Dakota or Josephine and wanting to compete with them. When she won, she kicked her legs in joy. When she lost, she puffed her cheeks in annoyance for a while. Eventually, those feelings would pass.

Even when Eleanor and Jessica schemed against her, she would only feel anger for a moment before brushing it aside. She wouldn't let negative emotions linger for long.

That was how most of her life had gone.

Now, she was eager to hold her grandchildren. Not that she truly wanted to-but because Dakota's son had a child, Helen felt the urge to have a grandchild too. If she was honest, though, did she really like children? They either cried incessantly or made loud, raucous noises. She hadn't yet discovered any redeeming qualities in them.

whatever Dakota had, Helen wanted to have as

against

then instructed them to start preparing dinner. After dinner, the two of them lingered together for a while. Carissa was finally able to look directly at his

large hand, pulling her into his embrace, his gaze deep and intense. "You haven't paid me any attention for several nights now. You just

your leg is fractured, so it's not very

her cheek, moving up to her brow. His eyes, dark and fathomless, brimmed

other positions that

his lips, her face flushed.

are best suited for this sort of thing. You practice every morning, so why not put some effort into it in bed as well? Who knows, it might even help you improve your leg

who did you hear that from?

his eyes. "Never mind that. Just know it's someone

After all, the books he had leamed from were in the bookcase and locked

if a specialist taught you, then I suppose it's worth a

flick of her wrist, leaving only a small flame flickering

can walk on my own... but you could help a bit. It wasn't this painful before, but after Livius applied the medicine, it