Her Majestic Battle Cry

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Chapter 687

Given the circumstances, Henry was willing to cooperate. Their son would bear the Kingsley surname, and he would undoubtedly stand united with the Marquis of Grovehill’s family in the future.

“I’ll talk to them when I get back,” Henry promised.

“The Emberfest Festival is approaching. Have you invited Reverend Zane?” Eleanor asked.

“I have. This time, we’ve invited eight high priests, including Reverend Zane. I’ll go personally to escort them early on the day.”

Eleanor nodded and was extra gracious as she said, “Then, have your mother come as well, but you must tell her that it’s an all–nighter. If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t come.”

“She can handle it. She’s been a devout believer for many years and has always wanted to participate,” Henry quickly assured.

Among the ladies attending the festival were Natalie, Mildred, and Hannah–all prominent matriarchs of distinguished families whose husbands or sons held significant positions at court.

was familiar with them, her association with them could greatly benefit the sons of the Marquis of Grovehill’s family in the future. It would also reduce their reliance on Eleanor’s

truly devout believer. Yet, what mattered more than

their feet, their sons and grandsons remained noticeably attentive

Emberfest Festival, these matriarchs had developed a deep respect for Eleanor. That

regarding

compassion was useful to Eleanor when it suited her, but she would dismiss it as foolishness when it didn’t. This year, she planned to let Molly and Fiona attend the festival celebrations, hoping the kind- hearted matriarchs would see that Yuvan’s wife and

Daniel tomorrow. As soon as he leaves the city, abduct him and take him to the carriage. Have the coachman and his

Florence listened intently, feeling a slight heaviness in her heart. She let out

truly ruined Eleanor’s life.

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could she blame? Marriage required the consent of both parties, and

much Daniel looked like Hector. Since she had never had

Sullivan died, Eleanor had been unsettled. Perhaps it was because the people she loved and hated the most were gone, so everything suddenly felt so bland and