Her Graceful War Song

As the sun set and cast a warm glow over the city, Caspian stepped out of the Ministry of Infrastructure, where a carriage was already waiting for him.

Before he climbed aboard, he said, "Let's head to the end of Jubilant Street first. My wife mentioned a couple of days ago that she wanted to have Harold's ravioli. I want to buy some fresh ones to cook at home." "I'm afraid he won't be set up yet," the coachman, Charles, replied.

Harold's ravioli stall only opened at night. The capital was thriving, and both Jubilant Street and Beacon Street buzzed with activity when night fell.

"It's almost time. We can wait a bit once we get there," Caspian said with a wave of his hand.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles chuckled. "You really care for your wife, don't you, sir?"

Caspian playfully tapped Charles on the head and smiled. "She's a good woman who married me and is raising our children. How could I not treat her well? And you'd best take care of Jenny too." Charles nodded and grinned. "I understand, sir."

Charles had grown up in the Prince household, and Jenny was a girl brought into the family at a young age. A couple of years back, Caspian had arranged for the marriage, and Jenny now served at Luna's side.

As they arrived at the end of Jubilant Street, they saw vendors beginning to set up their stalls one by one. Harold was now elderly and slower in his movements, so Caspian and Charles quickly went to assist him. When Harold spotted Caspian, he smiled and said, "Mr. Prince! Back again to buy ravioli for your wife?"

"Indeed, Harold. My wife loves your ravioli. She won't touch anyone else's, not even what our chef makes. It just doesn't suit her tastes," Caspian replied.

Harold laughed and waved his hand. "No need to help. I can manage this on my own."

But Caspian and Charles continued to lend a hand, setting up the stall until it was ready. Once they finished, Harold began to prepare the ravioli, as the dough and fillings had already been made and brought over. "Why don't you sit for a moment, Mr. Prince? It'll be ready soon," Harold said. "How much are you buying this time?"

"Just five pounds again," Caspian said.

Harold sighed gently. "You and your wife have kind hearts. Good people always receive their rewards."

Harold had been running his stall for many years, but business had never been great. It wasn't that his ravioli wasn't delicious. It was just that he moved too slowly and had no one to help him. Many customers simply didn't want to wait.

When Caspian brought Luna to try Harold's ravioli, she instantly declared her fondness for it after just one taste. Even though she couldn't possibly eat that much, she insisted on buying five pounds each time and would take it home to share with the servants. Luna just wanted to support his business.

A clear, cheerful voice called out, "Harold, I'd like a serving of ravioli, please!"

Caspian looked up to see a young woman standing at the stall. She was accompanied by a maid and had her hand resting on her stomach.

"I've been busy all day and skipped lunch. I'm absolutely starving!" the woman added.

Harold glanced up, recognizing her as Ava Weaver, one of his recent regulars.

He smiled and said, "Did you just close your family's shop, Ms. Weaver? Have a seat! I need to pack up Mr. Prince's ravioli first before I can make yours."

Ava turned her head and looked slightly surprised when she saw Caspian.

She approached and curtsied. "It's nice to see you, Mr. Prince."

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Caspian remembered her. On the day when Eugene Snyder hosted a banquet, she had brought coffee and Eugene had praised her family's coffee beans. Since Caspian enjoyed a good cup of coffee, he had Charles stop by to buy some when passing by her family's shop.

He nodded politely. "Ms. Weaver."

She settled down across from him, a gentle smile on her delicate face. "Would you mind if Harold serves me first, Mr. Prince? I'm just so hungry after such a busy day."

Caspian felt a bit anxious. He

wanted to buy the ravioli quickly so

the servants could prepare it for Luna's dinner that night. Otherwise, it would have to serve as a late night snack, and his wife didn't eat much at that hour.

However, since she was someone he recognized and clearly in need, he nodded reluctantly.

"Alright, then. Harold, go ahead and prepare hers first."

Ava's eyes sparkled. "Two servings, please." She turned to her maid. "Ella, why don't you sit down and eat with me?"

Ella took a seat on the other side. "I can't sit at the main table, but I'll sit here."

As night fell, the wind picked up and

the air had grown chilly. Ava shivered slightly as a gust blew against her slender shoulders, looking quite pitiful as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"It's really cold tonight."

Caspian nodded, his expression neutral. "Yes, it is."

"Mr. Prince, how are the coffee beans?" Ava asked, her playful brows arching slightly. Her eyes sparkled as she focused on him, filled with an eager light.

"I haven't had the chance to try it yet," Caspian replied, puzzled.

He had never even dismounted the carriage when he sent Charles to buy the coffee beans. How did she know he was the one who had bought it?