Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1208

now stood in a row outside the gates.

Those who had once caused a scene at Highstone Estate Their heads were lowered, and fear was clear in their eyes.

Ahead of them stood a group of burly men, their fists so massive they looked like they could crush skulls with a single blow.

When Thomas dismounted, his cold gaze swept over their faces, and a thin, chilling smile escaped his lips. The formidable aura he exuded was enough to make the men’s legs weak with dread. One by one, they huddled closer together, too afraid to meet Thomas’s frosty stare.

Trevor had ordered the main gates to be opened. When Mildred heard that the Farrell family had come to propose marriage, she suddenly felt her health improve by half. She immediately ordered hot water to be brought for a bath, calling for her servants to prepare her clothes and makeup, eager to meet with them in person.

Rosalind, however, had no idea what was happening. For the past few days, her granddad had insisted that she remain in Amber Hall. He had also forbidden any of the servants from passing on the rumors circulating outside to her,

On the surface, she appeared calm–reading books, admiring the snow, and sipping coffee. But deep down, she was struggling. She thought she could handle it with grace. But when the rumors came crashing down on her like an unrelenting tide, they caught her completely off guard.

Luckily, while she was hurt, she didn’t crumble.

Her resilience came from the countless books she had read. Through their pages, she had glimpsed so many lives–stories of struggle and strength. She had learned that in this vast and complex world, everyone had their own difficult path to walk.

She knew that no one’s journey was ever a straight path, and hardships were inevitable. But she also knew that after the trials, happiness would come–just as difficult moments would eventually pass.

as long as she didn’t care about the rumors, they wouldn’t

she had long ago resigned herself to the possibility of never marrying,

matter.

It really didn’t matter.

room. With practiced hands, she prepared coffee, her movements smooth and serene. As she heard the distant sound of drums and trumpets, she paused for a moment, then gave a faint, bitter smile. It

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maid, Josie, rushed into the room, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement. “General Farrell has come to propose! He brought Mrs.

already! Anyone who didn’t know better would

and

with excitement, knowing better than anyone what was in her mistress‘ heart. Rosalind had never

took a deep breath. “How could this be?”

main gates to welcome him! I swear

Taking a deep breath, she stepped back and returned to her seat,

yet. Not

flush crept up her cheeks.

she steadied herself, her lips curling into a faint, bittersweet