Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

In Tranquil Palace, Cecil sat still in a chair while Phoebe carefully dried his damp hair.

"You just washed your hair the other day, and now your hair and face are covered in fur after you went out to play with that little raccoon. If this happens again, I'll smack you on the backside," she said with an air of annoyance.

The child, with delicate features and bright eyes, leaned into his sister's embrace. He smiled widely and said, "But the little raccoon is so fun and cute! It walks all over me with its little feet, and it's so cozy when I hold it."

Phoebe sighed. "Mom said that Dad doesn't like raccoons. You keep telling him about it. No wonder he's been avoiding you lately."

Cecil remained perfectly still, letting his sister continue to comb his hair.

But he wasn't one to back down, so he said, "Dad and I are two different people. We each have our own likes and dislikes. Just because Dad doesn't like

something doesn't mean I can't like it. I really like the raccoon. I love it. No matter how much Dad dislikes it, I won't give it up."

Phoebe tapped his nose. "Sharp-tongued."

Cecil grinned. "You can't win against me because you don't have any good arguments. Uncle Rafael always says that if you're reasonable, no one can talk over you."

"Then, why haven't you gone to practice martial arts with Uncle Rafael lately?" Phoebe asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cecil tilted his head. "He's only teaching the basics, which I can practice here. I've already learned it all. As for horseback riding... I can't get on a horse yet. I'll wait until I'm older and my legs are longer to practice."

"You've already learned it all? I don't believe you."

nodded vigorously. "Uncle Rafael teaches the same things every day. Connor still has

Phoebe teased, poking his nose affectionately. "Well, never mind. You're still young. You can

just the basics. It's not like I need to brag

the little raccoon in her arms as she walked out, her expression thoughtful

said, "Prince Cecil isn't affected, Your Grace.

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