Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Chapter 302

Margaret’s words left Helen feeling both proud and a bit guilty.

Helen had deliberately not invited Carissa today to give the latter a hard time, but Carissa didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, she even sent a masterpiece from her guild senior as a gift.

This made Helen realize that Carissa not only knew how to conduct herself, but was also generous and magnanimous.

In comparison, Helen now felt she had been petty and narrow–minded.

Noticing the envy and jealousy in the eyes of the other concubines, Helen’s opinion of Carissa improved- if only just a little. She wasn’t willing to give her too much credit, after all.

Eleanor and her daughter walked over to take a look at the painting. While they were indeed impressed, since the painting wasn’t theirs, they felt the need to belittle it.

Eleanor disregarded her status and past displays of good manners, and said, “Kyle is known for his orchid paintings. If she truly wanted to give you something, it should have been an orchid painting. Sending a snowy mountain painting is just perfunctory.”

If anyone else had said this, it might have sparked some discontent.

She

pillow, and was

foolish woman know? The orchid paintings

mountain painting, Luke rushed in with a

Grace, Lady Sinclair had someone send over several paintings. Since you were hosting guests. today, she wanted to offer them for your and the ladies appreciation. If

overjoyed. “Really? Bring them in

became charged with excitement. Many of the attendees were from noble and cultured families, with ties to literature and the arts. Some were from prominent literary families, while others

aristocratic houses.

painting were esteemed arts, and they were eager

this were rare–perhaps once in

However, those who understood the situation knew that the real star of the day

petty. On the contrary, she was incredibly generous and gracious. There wasn’t a single person present who could match her magnanimity. Even though she wasn’t

sent over, there were two featuring

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the city gate. His armor was rusted and worn, and he gripped a long spear, its tip

It was a bitterly cold winter day, and the snow had piled up to his calves. His face was darkened, chapped lips dry, and his hair disheveled. It was likely blown by the fierce wind. His hands were blackened and skin cracked, with dirt caked under his nails. His fingers

scenery and the figure in the painting were so lifelike that it felt as though the soldier