Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 345

At around seven in the morning, Lily knocked on the door from outside. The inner and outer rooms were separated by a curtain, with the door to the bedroom in the outer area.

Hearing the knock, Rafael and Carissa both opened their eyes and sat up almost simultaneously. Both were naturally alert.

Carissa glanced at Rafael, noting he was without clothing, and suddenly realized she was in the same state. She quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. Her face flushed hotly and she assumed she was blushing.

Recalling the previous night's events, Rafael felt he had not performed very well. He wasn't quite comfortable meeting his wife's gaze directly, and was still getting used to the intimacy they shared. So, he quickly grabbed his nightclothes and hid under the covers to put them on.

Once dressed, he cleared his throat and said, "I'll get up first. You… you should put on your nightclothes, then call someone in to help you change."

Why did this feel so awkward? He didn't even dare to look at her directly!

But he couldn't resist sneaking a glance. This was how Carissa looked upon waking—dazed and somewhat bewildered, yet still beautiful and fresh.

They had to perform the post-wedding rituals this morning and offer Helen a toast. Knowing her nature, she would likely give Carissa a hard time, so it was best not to delay and risk giving her an excuse to cause trouble.

Rafael opened the door, revealing Lily, along with Carissa's attendants, waiting outside. Gillian was also there.

Upon seeing him, Gillian immediately bowed. "Greetings, Your Highness."

Rafael nodded. "Go in and assist the princess consort with her clothing."

However, Gillian wasn't there just to assist with dressing. She was acting on Helen's orders to check whether Carissa was still pure. So, after the formalities, Gillian entered the bedroom. Seeing Carissa dressed in her nightclothes and rising from the bed, she hurriedly bowed.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"Please, no need for formalities," Carissa said, meeting Lily's gaze.

She felt a wave of shyness as she thought about the marks on her neck, which the nightclothes could barely cover. Despite her embarrassment, she maintained a composed demeanor.