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."

"Uncle Rafael teaches the same things every day. Connor still has to learn them, but I only

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

to

face. She held the little raccoon in her arms

attendant following her softly said, "Prince Cecil isn't affected, Your Grace.

doesn't understand what His

was as if a heavy, unspoken burden pressed against her chest, and she

much thought to such matters. But once ambition took root, it grew like a stubborn weed. It was impossible to suppress,

uncontrollably. Now 1.61

need to set fire to the thriving growth inside her, unwilling

Lady Grace and Prince Caden have been disturbing her. Lady

in her arms. It was hard

finally looked up and asked, "Lady Jeanette's pregnancy was

His Majesty has been taking medicine, which is

Sylvia remarked calmly,

night of the 18th, Jeanette suddenly experienced unbearable abdominal

administering needle treatment and giving her two doses of

Throughout the ordeal, Salvador

close by. His expression

as he