Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 780

Chapter 780

Cecilia wore a simple, pale blue dress, and the wide sleeves of her outer garment made her look incredibly light and graceful.

Despite having bome three children, her skin remained radiant and devoid of any wrinkles. Her long hair was styled into a bun adorned with hairpins. Each piece was adorned with pearls, which added to her refined and otherworldly appearance.

It was clear that she lived a comfortable life within the Duke of Oakspire’s family, untouched by the hardships of life.

She was genuinely cherished.

Carissa had encountered other concubines‘ daughters before, but only Cecilia exuded the air of someone who had never been battered by life’s trials. There was a softness about her, a sense of being delicately cradled in someone’s palm.

When Cecilia arrived, her demeanor was courteous. She performed a graceful curtsy and stood to the side, keeping a respectful distance from the men. When she heard Carissa call her full name, her expression remained calm, as if she had anticipated this moment.

She knelt and lifted her head, her eyes reflecting a sense of acceptance. “Yes, my name is Cecilia Kingsley. I am not without family. Lord Henry is my dad, and I’m part of the Kingsley family and Grand Princess Eleanor’s household.”

Her statement hit the main hall with a jarring intensity, leaving everyone speechless and frozen in place. Gareth’s eyes widened in shock, his gaze filled with fury. “What? You’re Lord Henry’s daughter?”

Cecilia lowered her head. Her voice was steady, and

“What?!”

ready to strike her, but the anger that had flared within him dissipated when

sons

slowly lowered his hand, Michael entered with the Capital Guard and the scribe. Carissa instructed

Norman.

his gaze was fixed on

indescribable shame

how his household had erupted into chaos from the moment Carissa first knocked on the door. They had acted like a bunch of monkeys

had listened to

was no mistake,” Mikhail replied on Norman’s

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memory, Commander Sinclair. Not a single word

said. Then, she turned to Gareth and added, “Lord Gareth, you might as well take a seat. I still have a few questions for

ago, but now he felt

armor and weapons were stored in his study, which Cecilia could enter freely. When he worked late into the night, examining and amending the blueprints, she was often right