Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1090

Chapter 1090

Carissa nodded and glanced over the other girls practice sheets. Asking them to work on their handwriting was likely a way to see where their skills stood and ensure they could write neatly.

Most of the writing samples were decent, but a few stood out. The delicate cursive characters were meticulously written, each stroke crafted with care, showing no sign of sloppiness or laziness.

Setting the papers down, Carissa asked, “So, is this the only thing bothering you? What about all those things they’re saying about you and General Farrell? You’re not letting that get to you, are you?”

“Their mouths are their own, so they can say whatever they want. It doesn’t stop me from eating, sleeping, or living my life. It doesn’t hurt me, nor does it draw a single drop of my blood. So, why should I let it bother me?” Rosalind replied.

She even laughed a little as she added, “Although I have to admit, their creativity is refreshing. Using an old story to insult me is at least more original than their usual nonsense about how I’m heartless or greedy.”

Carissa couldn’t help but admire Rosalind. It took incredible strength and confidence to brush off such malicious gossip so effortlessly.

made Rosalind frown. “Do you think this might cause trouble for General

said reassuringly. “These kinds

has only grown because of it. Now, when people talk about him, they don’t even mention his military achievements.

He earned his reputation through hard–fought battles, yet now it’s overshadowed by some ridiculous romance rumors made up

deep down, but she was certain of one thing →ever since Rosalind made her decision, she never mentioned Thomas again. This time, it

woman who could take things up and let them go with ease. Her composure and grace were qualities

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you can handle Ms. Quinton and the

ask you to approve their dismissal. These spots are too precious to waste on people who don’t appreciate them. There are so many girls eager to learn who couldn’t get in–it would be such a shame to let those

nodded. “Alright, I’ll leave it to

rare,” Rosalind said with a sigh.

long it could last, but hoped it would endure as long as possible. She knew all too well how restricted women were, even when they could read and write. Many books were forbidden to them. She had only been fortunate enough to read widely because of her