Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 784

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Soon, an old steward led in a woman dressed in a pale pink gown. She had a soft, round face, and the dress clung a bit too tightly around her plump figure, especially around her midsection. She wasn’t extremely large–just enough for the ill–fitting gown to accentuate her roundness.

Even with the extra weight, her natural beauty shone through. Her features were delicate, her skin was fair with a healthy glow, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

The steward had already informed her of their guests, so she entered and greeted them politely. Greetings, Prince Rafael, Lady Carissa. My name is Chaya Kingsley.”

Her smile was bright and sweet, suiting her softness. It was the kind of smile that instantly made people feel at ease.

“Chaya–what a lovely name,” Carissa remarked, observing her thoughtfully.

There was something different about Chaya, unlike the other concubines‘ daughters. She didn’t have Celeste’s seductive allure, Carmen’s prideful strength, or Cecilia’s quiet sorrow. She was just sweet. Her eyes were full of light, as if untouched by the darkness surrounding her.

But the meaning’s not great. Just a shadow,

“My dear girl, if they were here to take you away, they wouldn’t have come with

in

Chaya said, her gaze drifting to Carissa, admiration glinting in her eyes. “Commander Sinclair, you truly bring honor to us women. If only I could be like you… but no, I couldn’t handle all that

as she turned to Hayden. “Seems you’ve picked up a real gem here. She

you well entertained, Great–uncle.”

She can’t sing or dance, yet has the nerve to say I smell like an old man. I’ll

of mock displeasure, his tone was one of

died down, Chaya grew more serious as she explained, “My dad sent me here, figuring that with Prince Hayden alone in the capital and away from his children, I’d have the chance to win his favor and make him hang on my

either. Every time he speaks, a whiff of bad breath hits me. How am I supposed to

enough to send me out of the capital and I could just slip away. But no, he didn’t give in. He has kept me here, feeding me five or

about your mom? Aren’t you

“Worrying won’t do any good. Even if warmed Prince Hayden’s bad, it wouldn’t be enough to save her. All I can do is live well myself and try to keep my mom from fretting over me. That’s the most respectable