Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 842

One of the capital guards immediately dashed off to find a torch.

Violet noticed Amelia had closed her eyes. She looked utterly exhausted and freezing, her whole body shaking.

"Amelia, don't fall asleep! You wanted to see Cari, right? She's on her way! Please, stay awake!" Violet shouted.

Amelia opened her eyes, gazing at the raging river below. She had always been timid, and fear gripped her now, but standing there felt somehow better than being at Valor Estate.

All she had to do was jump, and it would all be over.

She couldn't even remember why she had come here. Her mind felt numb, void of any sensation other than the cold. She still clutched the pawn ticket in her hand, which she intended to give to Carissa. She wanted to apologize and thank her.

The apology was for the time when Barrett had wanted to divorce Carissa, and Amelia had been too much of a coward to say a word. Then, she wanted to thank Carissa for the genuine kindness she had shown her while she was still part of the Warren family.

Amelia would never be able to redeem the jewelry she had pawned off, but perhaps Carissa could get it back. It was originally Carissa's, but sadly, Amelia had spent all the money from pawning it off. She hoped her former sister-in-law wouldn't hold it against her.

The sound of hooves broke through the howling wind as horses charged towards the bridge.

Carissa arrived first. Violet stepped out to block her path, and Carissa quickly pulled on the reins, stopping her horse before jumping down.

It was already dark. Two capital guards held torches, but the flames couldn't reach Amelia's position. They called for more torches to be brought.

In the dim light, Carissa could barely make out Amelia's figure. In the darkness, she looked even more fragile, as if she were just a pole standing upright. Her cloak billowed in the cold wind like a flag hanging from a post.

"Amelia, it's me, Carissa."

Facing her former sister-in-law, especially now that she was contemplating suicide, Carissa found it hard to call her "Madam Amelia" or "Mrs. Warren". Perhaps those terms of address felt too distant to her now.

Amelia pulled tightly on her fluttering cloak. She didn't say anything but just cried loudly. She hadn't cried until Carissa arrived—that was when the dam broke.

Barrett arrived as well. He dismounted quickly and rushed towards her. "Amelia, what are you doing?"