Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 780

Cecilia wore a simple, pale blue dress, and the wide sleeves of her outer garment made her look incredibly light and graceful.

Despite having bome three children, her skin remained radiant and devoid of any wrinkles. Her long hair was styled into a bun adorned with hairpins. Each piece was adorned with pearls, which added to her refined and otherworldly appearance.

It was clear that she lived a comfortable life within the Duke of Oakspire’s family, untouched by the hardships of life.

She was genuinely cherished.

Carissa had encountered other concubines‘ daughters before, but only Cecilia exuded the air of someone who had never been battered by life’s trials. There was a softness about her, a sense of being delicately cradled in someone’s palm.

When Cecilia arrived, her demeanor was courteous. She performed a graceful curtsy and stood to the side, keeping a respectful distance from the men. When she heard Carissa call her full name, her expression remained calm, as if she had anticipated this moment.

She knelt and lifted her head, her eyes reflecting a sense of acceptance. “Yes, my name is Cecilia Kingsley. I am not without family. Lord Henry is my dad, and I’m part of the Kingsley family and Grand Princess Eleanor’s household.”

Her statement hit the main hall with a jarring intensity, leaving everyone speechless and frozen in place. Gareth’s eyes widened in shock, his gaze filled with fury. “What? You’re Lord Henry’s daughter?”

“I’m sorry, Lord Gareth.” Cecilia lowered her head. Her voice was steady, and she showed no signs of tears. “I deceived you and everyone else.”

“What?!”

dissipated when he saw Cecilia’s red–rimmed eyes. Ultimately, she was still his favorite concubine and the

sons

Michael entered with the Capital Guard and the scribe. Carissa

finished, she turned to Norman. “Did I make

was stunned, and his gaze was fixed on Carissa’s serious,

of indescribable shame washed over

chaos from the moment Carissa first knocked on the door. They had acted like a bunch of monkeys jumping around. Only his eldest son–whom

no one had

Mikhail replied on Norman’s behalf, his expression grave. “You

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Sinclair. Not a

as well take a seat. I still have a few questions for you and Lady Cecilia regarding

so arrogant moments ago, but now he felt a chill run down his

weapons were stored in his study, which Cecilia could enter freely. When he worked late into the night, examining and amending the blueprints, she was often right there at his side, attending

delivered any blueprints for weapons