Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1216

Little did Carissa know, Jeanette would keep talking to her throughout the performance. Sometimes, she even giggled and playfully nudged Carissa, as if they were very close and familiar with each other.

Their interaction caught the attention of the other concubines nearby. A few of them even leaned in, casting curious glances several times.

Though people would call it interacting, in reality, Carissa only occasionally agreed or nodded, giving a smile to be polite.

However, others didn't see it that way. After the performance, both Meredith and Kiera pulled Carissa aside with puzzled expressions.

"You and Jeanette know each other?"

Carissa shook her head. "We've never met before today."

"Then why does it seem like you two are so familiar with each other?" Kiera's confusion deepened.

Meredith noticed something was off and frowned. "Stay away from her in the future. Her intentions aren't sincere."

Carissa had already gathered that much. But at the time, everyone was watching the performance. Leaving abruptly would have been rude and disruptive to Salvador's and Victoria's enjoyment. Still, Carissa didn't think Jeanette was foolish—though she certainly wasn't all that clever either.

As the performance had ended, Carissa felt a sense of relief. However, when she caught the cold glances from Sylvia, Penelope, and the other concubines, she knew the mood had shifted. They hadn't said anything, but their eyes spoke volumes—sharp, calculating, and no longer friendly.

Though Carissa rarely involved herself in the intrigues of the harem, she had spent enough time observing the women to understand their temperaments. They could tolerate a new favorite, but if someone reached too far—if they became too ambitious—that was something they couldn't ignore.

Also, Jeanette acted without fully understanding things. Kylie hated Carissa the most. By trying to get close to her, Jeanette had effectively become a thorn in Kylie's side.

As the banquet began, Carissa saw Gerald.

She had spent the entire time walking in the Royal Garden, not wanting to see him, though she knew it was inevitable.

Carissa considered pretending not to see him, but Gerald spoke first. "Lady Helen, Lady Carissa, returning so early?"

She forced a smile and replied, "Yes, Lord Quinton. Are you leaving so soon as well?"

"Your Grace," Gerald said instead of answering, his tone adopting a lecturing quality. "I have a few words I wish to share with you."

Carissa stood at a respectful distance, her head lowered as protocol dictated. "Please go ahead, Lord Quinton."

Gerald said seriously, "Teaching and guiding others is a good thing, but one must never overstep their role or pretend to know what they don't. Your Grace, you're a woman who wields a sword, not a quill. The position of headmistress should be held by someone with the necessary abilities. The recent troubles with the women's academy, with you at the center of them, are the consequences of overestimating your capacity. I hope you take this lesson to heart."

Gerald spoke from his position of authority, his status as a royal tutor lending weight to his words. Carissa knew that despite the frustration she felt, she had to accept his criticism. Even if she disagreed, it was a matter of propriety not to voice her objections.

After finishing his lecture, Gerald made to turn and enter the carriage, but then Carissa called out, "Lord Quinton, please wait."