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.

had, Helen wanted

to her room, where she found Qiana pressing a hot compress against Rafael's forehead. It seemed to be helping the lump looked a bit smaller than before and was

and Rafael ate two pieces. Carissa then instructed them to start preparing dinner. After dinner, the two of them

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

your leg is

up to her brow.

heard there are other positions that we

her hand against his

and bit her delicate fingertip, his gaze growing heated. "I've heard that martial artists 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

arms around his neck, her expression softening as she exhaled. "And who did you hear that from? I had no idea someone

"Never mind that. Just know it's someone

all, the books he had leamed from

specialist taught you, then I suppose

her wrist, leaving only a small flame flickering in

the haze of that soft glow, she asked, "Can you walk over here? Should I carry you?" "I'm not completely crippled! I can walk on my own... but you could