Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 301

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 responded, “I

a pillow, and was

did this foolish woman know? The orchid paintings were the

as they finished admiring the snowy mountain painting, Luke rushed in with

Sinclair had someone send over several paintings. Since you were hosting guests. today, she wanted to offer

“Really? Bring them in

with ties to literature and the arts. Some were from prominent literary families, while others were high–ranking civil servants. Of course, there were also members of

aristocratic houses.

they were eager to witness the

were rare–perhaps once in

all the glory, However, those who understood 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 invited and wasn’t liked, she

paintings sent over, there were two featuring orchids, and

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city gate. His armor was rusted and worn, and he gripped a long spear, its tip still stained with what

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

so lifelike that it felt

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