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“Don’t worry, Dad. I understand. But is 300,000 silver coins too much for our family? Will it hurt us?” “It’s fine,” Eustace replied, looking at his daughter.
He realized just how much she had grown. She was more mature and composed than many of the young men in the Spencer family. A sense of pride swelled in his chest, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly He had always planned to pamper his little girl, but she had developed a passion for martial arts. So, he had supported a guild for her, allowing her to obtain a privileged role in it.
When she reached the right age, he thought he would find her a husband from a lower-status family and let her live a life where she could do as she pleased. That would have been a good future.
But he never expected that she would end up on the battlefield, earn military honors, and later assist the Hell Monarch’s princess consort with her duties. During his time in the capital, Eustace had heard many people speak highly of Violet, all full of praise.
What father wouldn’t be proud? It was an unexpected turn of events. Who knows, she might even be the one to carry the weight of the Spencer family one day.
On a warm, sunny day, Eustace departed the capital with Conrad and a few others.
At Sophie’s insistence, Adrian also decided to return to Meadow Ridge with the members of the Pathfinders Guild.
Adrian had originally planned to stay longer, but Sophie made it clear she preferred his absence. With a resigned shake of his head, he chastised her for being ungrateful and reminded Kyle and Isaac to take good care of her.
After Adrian left, Isaac poked Sophie on the forehead. “You ungrateful little one! Sage Adrian wanted to stay longer with you. Why did you just send him off? He’s been nothing but worried about you.”
There was still a trace of reluctance on Sophie’s expression, and she sighed deeply at his words. “Sage Adrian has never liked the capital He’s too accustomed to freedom. If he stayed in the capital just for my sake, that would have been selfish of me.”
Throughout his time in the city, Adrian had scarcely smiled.
Moreover, when Adrian was around, she always depended on him. She wasn’t as sharp in her actions as before and often found herself wanting to be close to him, even when there was nothing important going on.
Thomas and Rosalind’s wedding had been postponed time and time again, but finally, they found a favorable day to celebrate. The event wasn’t extravagant, but as the granddaughter of the royal chancellor, it still carried the necessary dignity.
Victoria led the way, and the other palace ladies followed suit, each offering generous gifts to Rosalind for her trousseau. The students of Gracewood Women’s Academy also rallied to show their support, presenting Rosalind with handmade wedding gifts.
Most of the girls at the academy came from humble backgrounds. Though their gifts weren’t costly, the thought and effort they put into embroidering and crafting the items was the most meaningful part. Rosalind’s wedding dress had been commissioned long in advance from Camila. The gown had previously been displayed in Skye Embroidery, where it had caught the eye of many young women. They all dreamed of wearing such a beautiful dress for their own weddings.
Camila was already well-known, but now, even the royal chancellor’s granddaughter was wearing the wedding dress she made.
Who would still think Camila was a bringer of bad luck because of her past?
For a time, the doors of Skye Embroidery’s shop were worn down by visitors-some seeking wedding dresses, others looking for everyday garments.
On the day of the wedding, Sophie, along with Violet and the others, went to the Farrell family’s residence to attend the celebration. The Farrell family had many men, and since Thomas was a military general, they naturally enjoyed lively events. So, they said they would have a First Light Revelry.
The guests anticipated seeing a shy bride. To their surprise, the bride confidently stepped forward and said, “The First Light Revelry sounds great, but it must begin with a poem. The theme will be marriage alliance. If it’s good, you’ll receive blessing gifts. If it isn’t, you’ll have to put on a display of swordplay and martial arts.”
So, Thomas and Rosalind sat on the porch, watching displays of martial arts one after another, enjoying round after round of swordplay. Not many blessing gifts were given out.
The First Light Revelry ceremony, typically a time for guests to liven up the celebration for the newlyweds, took an unexpected turn as the newlyweds playfully turned the tables on the guests-something never seen before.
At Highstone Estate, where guests were gathered to celebrate Rosalind’s wedding, most of the guests were civil officials. Trevor, in his excitement, suggested that the officials perform sword dances and martial arts to liven up the event.
This proved to be quite a challenge for the guests, who scrambled to find something to contribute. Some painted, others wrote calligraphy, and a few composed poetry. Beaming with pride, Trevor collected their works with great satisfaction, unable to hide his delight.
The Farrell family’s residence was alive with energy, filled with clinking glasses and cheerful laughter that echoed through the estate.
Sophie and Violet took advantage of Thomas and the others being occupied with the guests to make their way to the newlywed suite. Rosalind looked radiant today, more so than ever before. Typically reserved, her happiness was so apparent today that she couldn’t hide it, no matter how hard she tried. She had even gone to the trouble of sending Violet away, leaving Sophie behind, and shyly asking if she could inquire about a few matters.
Sophie blinked in surprise at the questions Rosalind posed. “Well… Didn’t anyone tell you about these things before you got married?”
“Of course, they did,” Rosalind’s cheeks turned a deep red. “My older maid gave me advice.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Sophie chuckled. “It’ll come naturally, nothing to worry about.”
Rosalind’s hands fidgeted, and her face flushed with heat. “But she said that the wedding night is always painful for women. I’m afraid I be able to bear it. If it hurts too much, won’t I lose my 199
What if I make a fool of myself? Is there something I can do? Oh, I’m being so rude.”
Sophie smiled softly at her, understanding that Rosalind wanted to present her best self to the man she loved. “If it hurts, just admit it. He’ll understand. He’ll take care of you.”
“But what if I look terrible? What if I grimace in pain and scare him?” Rosalind’s lashes fluttered as she cast a quick glance at Sophie, her worry evident.
Sophie chuckled. “I doubt that’ll happen.”
“But my maid said it would happen.” Rosalind looked at her anxiously. “Your Grace, wasn’t it painful for you?”
Sophie felt a strange stirring in her chest, a flush creeping across her skin as she recalled her own wedding night. There were
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moments, especially when thinking about Rafael, when her mind. wandered to intimate matters, and she felt a deep desire to be closer to him.
A person’s body was very honest.
“Your Grace? Did I offend you?” Rosalind noticed Sophie’s brief moment of distraction and quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I was out of line to ask such things.”
Sophie snapped back to the moment. Clearing her thoughts, she smiled reassuringly. “Yes, it’s painful the first few times, but it’s bearable. After that, it becomes something indescribably wonderful.”
Hearing that, Rosalind’s tense posture began to ease, and her cheeks flushed. “Thank you, Your Grace. I’ll do my best to be a perfect wife.”
Sophie took her hand gently, her voice sincere You don’t need to be perfect. Just be yourself. In marriage both the good and the bad will be seen by your partner, and you’ll have to learn to accept each other. No one is truly perfect. Do you expect him to be flawless?
Rosalind shook her head. “No.”
“Then you don’t need to demand perfection from yourself either. No need to stress about everything,” Sophie advised.
Rosalind paused, her eyes thoughtful.
Did she really not need to strive for perfection in everything?
After the lively wedding banquet, Sophie returned to Hell Monarch Estate, only to be struck by an unexpected chill in Orchid Hall. Her thoughts turned to Rafael, who was far away in the Southern Frontier. She hadn’t counted the days since they had parted, but it felt like an eternity.
She was about to head out to the Glimmering Tower as usual to see Adrian, but then she remembered that he had returned to Meadow Ridge.
A pang of emptiness settled in her chest.
She thought back to how Rosalind had seemed tonight. Sophie realized that when a woman got married, her heart was filled with so much joy, excitement, and bashfulness. The happiness just radiated from Rosalind.
Sophie thought back to her own two weddings-both had been too calm and quiet.