Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1186

Malcolm stood frozen in place, his face burning with a sharp sting, though no slap had been delivered. It was only then that he realized his recklessness his impulsive actions had brought the matter of the students at Gracewood Women’s Academy all the way to the royal

court.

With Salvador telling him to stay behind, he stood there, unmoving, until the court session. ended.

Left alone in the king’s private study, Malcolm was instructed to wait outside. The biting cold of the winter wind cut through him like a blade as he stood there for four full hours, not once being summoned in.

A swirl of emotions churned inside him, but the most prominent was anger. He was the king’s father–in–law. Surely, even if his actions were misguided, Salvador should not have left him to suffer in the cold.

By the end of the four hours, his body was nearly frozen, stiff from the cold. Derek, noticing his distress, brought him a small warming stove. The faint warmth provided a small relief from the icy grip of winter.

Ian quickly entered the study, and after a brief exchange with the king, returned to stand. before Malcolm.

“Lord Quinton, what are you doing here?” Ian asked, surprised.

Shivering, Malcolm forced out through clenched teeth, “Waiting to be summoned by His Majesty.”

Ian’s eyes widened. “His Majesty just ordered me to find you. He was wondering where you’d gone–he’s been waiting for you! Please go in at once. His Majesty is growing impatient.”

Malcolm barely managed a stiff nod of thanks before forcing his frozen limbs into motion and entering the study.

took a seat like he usually did. However, he could sense the king’s anger simmering beneath the surface. The four hours of waiting had been nothing more than a quiet reprimand. However, as it was regarding something trivial like Gracewood Women’s Academy, Malcolm was upset and couldn’t

returned feeling to his limbs, but before he could fully. recover, Derek entered with a steaming cup of coffee and a set of investigation

the documents. After reading them, his eyes widened in disbelief

had lied

all began with Jocelyn’s claim that Thomas had asked to marry her. She had

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to prey on a younger wohan. The rumor had

the nobles and scholars in the capital are forming connections through marriage. Now, it seems like they’ve set their sights on General Farrell. It seemed that I was right to entrust him with so many responsibilities. After all, even you hold him in high regard,” said Salvador, his voice breaking

tone was calm, but there was a flicker of amusement

cold sweat break out across his back, his limbs trembling as he fell to

knowledge of this. I have never meddled

parents and the matchmaker’s words. As the head of the Quinton family, how can you not be involved in the marriages of your own kin? Hasn’t this always been the case? I believe General Farrell is a fine match. If the two families can unite, it would

as he knelt. He knew better than anyone how suspicious the king could

had prided himself on being careful, keeping his family’s actions tightly controlled, fearful of even

not just a simple slip–it was about making Salvador mistakenly think the Quinton family had ambitions to help Connor take the throne, along with gaining control over

alliance with the queen,

Malcolm had been punished and left standing outside Salvador’s study

young chamberlain returned, bowing low as he reported, “Your Majesty, the rumors say that Lord Quinton’s student submitted a formal complaint against the headmistress of Gracewood Women’s

that all?” Kylie asked, her voice

knew Salvador wasn’t fond of the women’s academy. But then, she remembered that he had once considered bringing Carissa into the palace, which made this turn of

be that in Salvador’s eyes, the academy itself could be questioned, but not