Her Graceful War Song

Darin had been abducted. But before that, she had parents and a brother. They had all doted on her. She had been mischievous, but her family had always indulged her. This rabbit figurine hadn't been made by Violet's brother. It had been made by Darin's own brother.

Yet, so many things had slipped from her memory. She couldn't remember what her parents or brother looked like. Yes, she had grandparents too-both of whom loved her dearly. She could almost hear the gentle, loving voice from her memories. "Oh, my little darling, when will you grow up? When will you learn to be more sensible?"

Violet quietly stood beside her, gazing at the beautiful scenery of the southern river port, and remarked softly, "What a lovely river view."

The mention of the river felt like lightning striking Darin's mind.

"River York! You spoil her so much that she thinks she can get away with anything. What will people say in the future?"

"River, come here quickly! Jaina has fallen and hurt her leg!"

Darin's chest heaved with agitation. It was a cold day, yet she was drenched in sweat, the moisture trickling down her forehead. "I..."

She struggled to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "My father's name is River York. My brother made this little rabbit figurine. The things you just said happened to me. You know where my brother and my parents are, don't you? They didn't abandon me. I was kidnapped..."

Tears slipped down her fair cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away and took several deep breaths. She could only stare out the window. She didn't dare look at Violet or turn back, afraid her tears would spill over again.

"Your brother's name is Jacob York. He currently works at Hell Monarch Estate as the head archivist. He entered the Hell Monarch's service in hopes of using his powers and connections to find you. After you went missing, your father resigned from his post to search for you for a full decade. He only stopped when your grandmother passed away. After that, the task of finding you fell to your brother.

"To this day, your father is still waiting for you in Cloud County. He can no longer move easily or search for you. He simply waits at home just in case you return, so that you would still have someone waiting for you there.

"As for your mother and grandfather, Jacob brought them to the capital because of their poor health. I wasn't sure you were Jaina York before I came here, but now I'm certain. You're not Darin or Lisette Sanford. You are Jaina York, River's daughter, and Jacob's sister." Tears streamed down Jaina's face.

Lucas had given her the name

"Darin". He said it was a miracle she

had survived, and that she was a precious child that was a gift from the heavens. He said she should cherish herself, and that was why he gave her a name that meant "precious gift".

"Ms. Spencer, could you do me a favor? I have so many questions to ask you. Can we find a place to talk privately?"

Violet nodded, understanding her concern about Tamara, who was sitting outside the door.

Violet loudly said, "There's another floor up here where we can see even further. Would you like to go up and take a look, Ms. Sanford?" Though Jaina's voice was choked with emotion, she still managed to ask. "We can still go up? How do we get there? Are there stairs?"

Violet smiled brightly. "If you trust me, I'll take you up-we'll just fly!"

"What?" Jaina gasped in shock. "Doesn't that sound a little dangerous?"

Violet raised her chin, exuding a haughty air reminiscent of a little sister being particularly sharp-tongued. "You're going to marry my godbrother. He's a warrior. How could his wife lack courage? If you don't want to go, then fine. We'll just stay here." NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Tamara peeked inside, and felt anxious. It was obvious that Violet was testing Darin's bravery.

Why was she hesitating? Just go already!

From the doorway, Tamara urged, "Ms. Sanford, why not follow Ms. Spencer up to see? The view up there must be much better than from this little window."

Jaina had her back to Tamara, and she hesitated for a moment. Then, she turned to Violet and extended her hand. "Since you'd like to show me the view, it would be rude of me to refuse."

Violet grinned, and took Jaina's arm. With a powerful push, Violet leaped onto the windowsill and soared upward with Jaina.

The floor on the rooftop was actually a platform beneath a spire. It stood about ten feet above the private room they had just left. Even while carrying someone, that distance was easy for Violet to manage. Typically, hardly anyone came up to the rooftop platform because the owner of the tower hadn't installed stairs. The only way up was to fly like Violet.

However, the two levels were only

ten feet apart, and the lower level had four large platforms that offered views of the city from all the different directions. There was simply no need to go up to the platform beneath the spire.

The rooftop platform felt entirely unnecessary.