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.

Helen wanted

listening to Helen talk about Sigmund for a while, Carissa returned 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 now tuming into a

them to start preparing dinner. After dinner, the two of them

his gaze deep and intense. "You haven't paid me any

leg is fractured,

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

other positions that we

pressed her hand against his

martial artists are best suited for this sort of thing. You practice every

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

hiding the embarrassment in his eyes. "Never mind that. Just know it's someone who knows a thing or

he had learned these things? After all, the books he had leamed from were in

a specialist taught you, then

wrist, leaving only a

"Can you walk over here? Should I carry you?" "I'm not completely crippled! I can walk on my own... but you could help a bit. It wasn't