Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1276

Upon hearing his promise, Celeste's tears finally ceased. Yet, her fingers still clutched tightly at his garments, her body pressed against his chest.

Though her face was streaked with tears, her eyes had hardened into cold disdain, a far cry from the fragile, sorrowful image she had projected earlier.

She loathed this old man. She also despised every person who had used her beauty and her body for their ends. She didn't want to be a pawn in anyone's game, and she was weary of the role. She had never received a shred of genuine affection.

Yet, there was no other path for her. If she had to marry a lowly merchant or commoner, she wouldn't be able to endure that hardship. Though she had been used in the past, she had lived well enough. After leaving the capital and wandering for a few days, she realized she could never escape the life of wealth and luxury.

When that man came to her, she agreed without hesitation. At that time, it had seemed like her only escape.

Her background meant she could never be properly married into a wealthy family as the primary wife. Samuel had once professed his undying love for her, yet had never managed to secure her a legitimate position in society. In the end, she had remained just another concubine.

of that spineless coward, she felt nothing

than Samuel. He had a virtuous wife, but

didn't feel guilty toward Zoey. On the contrary, Zoey should be grateful to her for revealing Oliver's true

to stay far from the battlefield. Even if life is harder, as long as I have you and our son by my side, I will fear nothing." "Alright, I promise you," Oliver replied, his heart growing more tender. "If war does break out, we'll leave here. I won't need any title, not even that of a marshal. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. We have enough money. Wherever we go, we will

her was not this-this was a compromise, a task born out of necessity, not choice. The man had hoped that Oliver would take part of his forces from the Southern Frontier and assist him. Unfortunately, Oliver was utterly useless. He had been wounded on the battlefield once, and it had stripped him of any courage he might have had. The thought of rebellion, of standing against the Sandoria forces, was far too much for him. Even if war were to break out, he wouldn't dare step foot on

even if he couldn't compare to Rafael, he wouldn't be so useless and weak. Little did she know, calling him weak was actually a compliment-he was nothing

wanted a warm family, she would give him one. In the

wouldn't even take the child with her. Whether he lived or died was up to his

child was born, she hadn't held him much. She refused to form any emotional bonds, not even the smallest hint of

such a woman, unable to die even when death