Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 705

Eleanor stepped in to defuse the tension. She cast Fiona a sharp glance to remind her to keep an eye on Molly.

Fiona was irritated. Due to her status as a concubine, she hesitated to intervene when Molly made her rounds of greetings. They had talked about this beforehand—tonight was meant to be a solemn event. It wasn't about making connections. They should focus on being quiet, copying scriptures, and praying for the departed souls. Those were the best ways to socialize.

But from the moment Molly arrived, she started trying to make small talk and acting overly familiar, as if they were at a banquet. Hadn't she noticed how the expressions of the older ladies had shifted?

Fiona stepped forward and said softly, "Lady Molly, let's copy scriptures together."

She had brought a few holy texts, and had even copied some scriptures while attending to the sickly in the palace.

Molly reluctantly took a seat at a low table and began copying the scriptures. The holy texts were in a different language, so the words were complex and challenging to write. Soon enough, her wrist began to ache. She considered putting down her quill, but Eleanor's cold glare stopped her.

With Molly present, Eleanor felt compelled to keep a watchful eye. More ladies continued to arrive. While elaborate greetings weren't necessary, everyone still greeted each other respectfully.

Outside, the offering table had been set up. It was adorned with the best food and candles. Eleanor wouldn't be solely responsible for the expenses. Everyone attending was expected to contribute; the total cost would be shared later.

The priests finished their vegetarian meal and emerged, with Zane leading the group. Seven other renowned priests accompanied him.

As the ladies rose to greet the priests, Mildred smiled gently. "It's a blessing to see you and the other high priests again this year, Reverend Zane."

Zane was dressed in his priest robes. He nodded slightly and said, "Peace be with you, madam. It's good to see you in good health."

Although he was over eighty, he appeared to be in his sixties. His hair was white, and his expression radiated kindness and compassion.

The older noblewomen stepped forward one by one to greet the priests and exchange a few pleasantries.