Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 859

Chapter 859

A storm of opposition swept through the court.

“This is preposterous! If such a place is established, what will become of the principles of obedience and virtue?” one official shouted, his voice rising above the others.

“Indeed! This will only embolden women, making them disrespect their in–laws, stir up jealousy, and even cause chaos in the household,” another added vehemently.

“I don’t think this reflects your views, Your Highness. This is clearly Her Grace’s idea, right? To please her, His Highness is willing to sacrifice men’s dignity. How laughable!” came another scathing remark

Salvador sat on the throne, observing the uproar below He occasionally pursed his lips or let a small smile slip, but this was a true spectacle. Since Rafael returned from the Southern Frontier, praise for him had flowed like a river, while criticism was a rare bird.

He sighed inwardly.

Ah, Rafael was still too young. He had struck a nerve with the officials. If women had an escape route, how could they be controlled? Rafael thought he was winning the hearts of the people, but in doing so, he lost the support of the scholars.

This strategy was Rafael’s miscalculation.

but Salvador remained indifferent, only suggesting that they revisit the topic at the next court session. He hoped the situation would simmer and grow, with even

matter gain traction, ensuring that the populace would be abuzz about it. If this initiative were to be realized, it

be perfect. By then, the entire capital would know about it. Plus, renovating the

setting up accommodations would take time. A month

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Salvador would eventually relent, as he would feel pressure to comply with no real

now fell silent, knowing better than to speak against him alone. If they were to criticize, it would be in a group,

closely behind Rafael. The minister had feigned outrage earlier. echoing the sentiments of others, merely regurgitating their words. Deep down, however, Davis found himself in

man well–trained for two to three decades under the thumb of his wife, Hannah, he now found himself thinking from a woman’s perspective. It was a skill honed over years of marriage. If this initiative succeeded, Hannah would be overjoyed. When she was happy, harmony would reign in their household, leading to a more pleasant life

would surely want to be involved in such

she wouldn’t be so fixated on his shortcomings. Sighing inwardly, he reflected on how, at her age, she had a knack for being

spilled over to the streets, where the citizens buzzed with discussion. The

They knew

in support. Only a few–those who had a clear understanding of the hardships women faced–quietly

hidden from

world was in an uproar over the issue. Zoey was still busy handling