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.

toward the household staff. Part of it was her gentle nature, but another part was practicality-she understood the danger of alienating the estate's lifelong servants, who could easily

really didn't care anymore, despite the fact that Trey and his parents had been in the household for many years and knew a lot of things which could lead to trouble if they

head. "I can't get involved. How could I justify it to

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

Marjorie

that's a fact. Why bother with what ifs? What matters is what's happening right now. You say she's an object-what

she saw how angry Marjorie was, Thea

viewed women as objects. At times,

...

that Trey was dealt with, Violet snuck into

would have a cunning, deceitful face, or at least be ugly and

and a bright gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black,

moment, Violet

name that she realized this was indeed Douglas, the man who had used

"Are

in her hand, Douglas' expression

an

him crashing to the ground. She leaped