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."

teaches the same things every day. Connor still has to learn them,

never mind. You're still

the basics. It's not like I need to brag about it. It's nothing

Sylvia's bright, beautiful face. She held the little raccoon in her arms as she walked out, her expression thoughtful and weighed

following her softly said, "Prince Cecil isn't

He doesn't understand what His Majesty's favor really means," Sylvia replied,

was as if a heavy, unspoken burden pressed against her chest, and she couldn't find

never given much thought to such matters. But once ambition took root, it grew like a stubborn weed. It was

uncontrollably. Now 1.61

to the

it's said that Lady Jeanette has been complaining to His Majesty about how Lady Grace and Prince Caden have been disturbing her. Lady Grace hasn't

in her

and asked, "Lady

been taking medicine, which is affecting the pregnancy," the

remarked calmly, a flash of coldness crossing

the night of the 18th, Jeanette suddenly experienced unbearable abdominal

was already bleeding. After administering needle treatment and

Throughout the ordeal, Salvador

close by. His

he