Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 784

Chapter 784

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Soon, an old steward led in a woman dressed in a pale pink gown. She had a soft, round face, and the dress clung a bit too tightly around her plump figure, especially around her midsection. She wasn’t extremely large–just enough for the ill–fitting gown to accentuate her roundness.

Even with the extra weight, her natural beauty shone through. Her features were delicate, her skin was fair with a healthy glow, and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

The steward had already informed her of their guests, so she entered and greeted them politely. Greetings, Prince Rafael, Lady Carissa. My name is Chaya Kingsley.”

Her smile was bright and sweet, suiting her softness. It was the kind of smile that instantly made people feel at ease.

“Chaya–what a lovely name,” Carissa remarked, observing her thoughtfully.

Celeste’s seductive allure, Carmen’s prideful strength, or Cecilia’s quiet sorrow. She was just sweet. Her eyes were full of light, as if untouched

he does have some knowledge. Chaya–sounds nice, doesn’t it? But the meaning’s not great. Just a shadow, hidden and unseen. But I’ve lived quite a life here in Willowbrook

they were here to take you away, they wouldn’t have come with gifts i the evening. They’d have shown up

in

said, her gaze drifting to Carissa, admiration glinting in her eyes. “Commander Sinclair, you truly bring honor to us women. If only I could be like you… but no, I couldn’t handle all that work. I’d

picked up a real gem here.

you well entertained, Great–uncle.”

More like a freeloader! She can’t sing or dance, yet has the nerve to say I smell like an old man. I’ll feed her up until she’s as

look of mock displeasure, his tone was one of indulgent

explained, “My dad sent me here, figuring that with Prince Hayden alone in the capital and away from

rinsing his mouth either. Every time he speaks, a whiff of bad breath hits me. How am I supposed to serve him in bed

of the capital and I could just slip away. But no, he didn’t give in. He has kept me here, feeding me five or six times a day. He doesn’t let me do much, and occasionally calls me over to listen to music with him. Other than

about your mom? Aren’t you worried

“Worrying won’t do any good. Even if warmed Prince Hayden’s bad, it wouldn’t be enough to save her. All I can do is live well myself and try to keep my mom