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?”

lowered her head. Her voice was steady, and she showed no

“What?!”

that had flared within him dissipated when he saw Cecilia’s red–rimmed eyes. Ultimately, she was still his

sons

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

she turned to Norman. “Did I make any mistakes, Lord

was fixed on Carissa’s serious,

indescribable shame washed

moment Carissa first knocked on the door. They had acted like a bunch of monkeys jumping around. Only his eldest son–whom he had always disregarded–had attempted to be the voice of reason amidst the

had listened

Norman’s behalf, his expression grave. “You

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Commander Sinclair. Not a single

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

been so arrogant moments ago, but now he felt a chill run down his

late into the night,