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.

She didn’t have 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 by the darkness

compliment with a cheerful smile, saying, “We all have nice names. My dad may not be good for much, but he does have some knowledge. Chaya–sounds nice, doesn’t it? But the meaning’s not great. Just a

girl, if they were here to take you away, they wouldn’t have come with

in

Chaya 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 rather

as she turned to Hayden. “Seems you’ve picked up a real gem

you well entertained, Great–uncle.”

say I smell like an old man. I’ll feed her up until she’s as round as a pumpkin. Then,

Hayden wore a look of mock displeasure, his

banter died down, Chaya grew more serious as she explained, “My dad sent me here, figuring that with Prince Hayden alone in the capital and away from his children, I’d have the chance to win his favor and make

not big on rinsing his mouth either. Every time he speaks, a

he’d be furious enough to send me out 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

mom? Aren’t you worried about

“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