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.

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

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

documents. After reading them, his eyes widened in disbelief

and Jocelyn had

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

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trying to prey on a younger wohan. The rumor

seems like they’ve set their sights on General Farrell. It seemed that I was right to entrust him with so many responsibilities. After

was calm, but there was a flicker of amusement as the

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

have never meddled in the

own kin? Hasn’t this always been the case? I believe General Farrell is a fine

knees trembled as he knelt. He knew better than anyone how suspicious the king could be. How had the Quinton family become so reckless without even realizing

tightly controlled, fearful of even the smallest slip that might give

Quinton family had ambitions to help Connor take

king, it looked as though the Quinton family, in alliance with the queen, was forcing him

had been punished and left standing outside Salvador’s study for four hours, she

he reported, “Your Majesty, the rumors say that Lord Quinton’s student submitted a formal complaint against the headmistress of

all?” Kylie asked, her

then, she remembered that he had once

Salvador’s eyes, the academy itself