Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Carissa blinked. “So you’re my junior in the guild?”

Rafael’s handsome face stiffened, and he turned away, still trying to maintain his composure. “I’m not really an apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild. My master made it clear–I’m his private student, but I’m not formally part of the guild.”

Carissa smiled, her eyes sparkling. “My dear junior, you’re just deceiving yourself. Sage Everett is part of the Pathfinders Guild, so as his apprentice, how could you not be? When did you join, dear junior?”

Rafael tried to maintain his nonchalance and smile, but he stubbornly changed the subject. “We were just talking about taking Ryan to see Theodore. When do you plan to go?”

Carissa propped her chin on her hand, blinking as she looked at him. “My dear junior, your guild senior and Ryan will go tomorrow.”

For some reason, now that she knew he was from the same guild, Carissa felt completely at ease, letting herself be much more playful around him.

Rafael was silent momentarily and rolled his eyes. “I’m older than you.”

“Yes, my guild junior is indeed older than me, his senior,” Carissa teased, thoroughly enjoying herself.

No wonder Rafael never mentioned it before and only said he went to Meadow Ridge every year. It turns out he was the apprentice of her master’s fellow apprentice, and he even joined later than she did!

Of course, back in the Southern Frontier, how could he possibly call her his senior in front of all the soldiers?

But on the battlefield, there were only generals and soldiers–there was no room for junior or senior apprentices from a guild.

Rafael felt a wave of dissatisfaction.

Clearly, he was more skilled in martial arts and older in age, so why did he have to be the guild junior between them?

Besides, Rafael was Everett’s private student. It had been explicitly stated that he wouldn’t be part of the Pathfinders Guild.

However, seeing her bright and mischievous smile, which reminded him of the spirited girl in red on Meadow Ridge, he sighed inwardly.

Fine. He would accept being her junior in the guild.

“But don’t call me that in public.”

His pride wouldn’t allow it–how could a husband be his wife’s junior?

Carissa’s smile deepened, and the beauty mark beneath her eye looked especially vivid and alluring.

Rafael couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Rafael returned to the topic of Meadow Ridge. “When the time comes, most of the Pathfinders Guild members will attend our wedding. My master has also Informed other guilds in Meadow Ridge, saying that he’s marrying off his apprentice. I expect there will be quite a few guests.”

Whenever the topic of marriage had come up before, Carissa always felt cálm. To her, it was just a marriage of convenience–a union where both parties would get what they needed, with the hope of a peaceful future.