Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1085

Marjorie had been standing quietly outside the courtyard. When she saw Carissa emerge, she curtsied respectfully and walked her to the gate. She had heard everything from her spot outside. "How is the girl doing now?" Marjorie asked softly as they walked.

"She's staying at the workshop," Carissa said with a faint sigh. "But she hasn't given up on trying to end her own life."

Marjorie fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "What a tragedy."

At the gate, she stopped and added, "If there's anything I can do to help the girl, please don't hesitate to let me know, Your Grace."

Carissa inclined her head. "Thank you, Madam Marjorie. I'll remember that."

Marjorie curtsied once more, watching as Carissa mounted her horse and rode away. She remained at the gate for a long while, lost in thought, until Trey's parents approached. They fell to their knees and pleaded with her. "Please, my lady, call for a physician to save Trey!"

Marjorie's expression turned cold as she looked down at them. "Ask Lord Quinton to make that decision. This is not something I can handle." Trey's mother grabbed at Marjorie's skirt as she begged, "My lady, please have mercy! Trey is our only son! We can't let our family line die off!"

A flicker of anger flashed in Marjorie's eyes. "He brought this on himself. Who else can you blame?"

She tugged her skirt free from the woman's grip and turned to leave, ignoring the wails that followed her. On her way back, she felt lightheaded and leaned against her maid, Thea, for support.

"Madam Marjorie, are you truly going to leave it be? What if the servants grow disloyal?" Thea asked hesitantly, finding it strange.

was practicality-she understood the danger of alienating the estate's lifelong servants,

his parents had been in the household for many years

"I can't get involved. How

cautiously saying, "But that young lady's dad intended to send her to Lord Quinton. He refused her, but eventually, she would have been offered to

quiet!" Marjorie snapped,

business. But Trey wronged Ms. Whitley, and that's a fact. Why bother with what ifs? What matters is what's happening right now. You say she's an

Marjorie was, Thea

men viewed women as objects. At times, even women themselves saw each other

...

dealt with, Violet snuck into the Whitley family's

a cunning, deceitful face, or at least

gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black, his eyes showed

moment,

wrong person. It wasn't until one of his concubines shrieked his name that she realized this was indeed Douglas, the man who

"Are you Douglas

of the gleaming sword in her hand, Douglas' expression shifted to

an

ground. She