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.

returned Carissa’s compliment with a cheerful smile, saying, “We all have nice names. My dad may not be good for much, but he does have some knowledge. Chaya–sounds nice, doesn’t it? But the meaning’s not great. Just a shadow, hidden and unseen. But I’ve lived quite a life here in Willowbrook Estate. Well, that’s enough. If you’re here to take me

come

in

eyes. “Commander Sinclair, you truly bring honor to us women. If only I could be

to Hayden. “Seems you’ve picked up

you well entertained, Great–uncle.”

can’t sing or dance, yet has the nerve to say I smell like an old man. I’ll feed her up until she’s as round as a pumpkin. Then, she’ll

of mock displeasure, his tone was one

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

big on rinsing his mouth either. Every time he speaks, a whiff of bad

slip away. But no, he didn’t give in. He has kept me here, feeding me five or six times a day.

mom? Aren’t you worried about her? Carissa

“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