Her Graceful War Song

“I wish I could be as carefree as you, Your Grace, but I can’t. My life is intertwined with so many others. I already have three grandsons, all older than this child. can’t afford to be so reckless. And if I were to divorce him, I’d become the biggest joke in the world. I’d also drag the queen down with me. There’s just too much to consider.”

Carissa understood.

However, Carissa couldn’t let Marjorie take the child back at the moment–at least, not unless Malcolm or Lionel came to claim her. She didn’t dare take that risk. After all, this was a life at stake. Even though Marjorie was doing her best to appear gracious, the heart of a person was difficult to read.

It was best to be cautious.

“If you truly want to take the child home, then please ask Lord Malcolm or your son to come to Pearwater Convent in person. I can’t just hand her over to you.” Carissa paused, her thoughts weighing heavily. “Or perhaps you should return home and think it over more carefully. Make sure you can truly accept her. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if you took her back and ended up regretting it.”

Marjorie nodded. “I’ve thought it through deeply, but I understand that you’re concerned for me I’ll go back and discuss it with them.”

“Very well,” Carissa replied. “Then, I’ll take her with me for now.”

With that, Carissa exited the carriage. She mounted her horse and rode away with Violet. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Carissa temporarily entrusted the child to the abbess, making it clear that someone might come to adopt

her soon.

The abbess cradled Amara–now Briar–gently, her expression warm and compassionate as she sighed ‘softly.

“If someone adopts her and she finds parents who cherish her, that would be the best outcome.”