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.

unlike the other concubines‘ daughters. 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 surrounding

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 shadow, hidden and unseen. But I’ve lived quite a

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

in

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 stick to

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

you well entertained, Great–uncle.”

or dance, yet has the nerve to say I smell like an old man. I’ll feed her up until she’s as round as a pumpkin. Then, she’ll

mock displeasure, his

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 him

arrived and saw him–honestly, he’s way too old! And he’s not big on rinsing his mouth either. Every time he speaks, a whiff

I thought if I annoyed him enough, 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 calls me over to listen to music with him. Other than that, he lets me

your mom? Aren’t you worried

wouldn’t be enough to save her. All I can do