Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1275

Cece Spencer, of course, was none other than Celeste Kingsley.

After the birth of their son, she had blossomed anew. Her figure was as slender and graceful as ever, untouched by the weight of motherhood. Despite the harsh winds and biting cold of last year’s winter in the Southern Frontier, she had flourished. Her complexion was as smooth as silk, and she radiated a delicate allure that made it impossible to look away.

In the estate, everything of value seemed to be reserved for her. Each day, she indulged in camel’s milk stews and royal jelly soup, soaking in sheep’s milk baths–luxuries she had no qualms about enjoying even after the flow of money from the capital had dried up.

To Oliver, she seemed almost impossibly delicate Holding her soft, fragile hand stirred something deep in his chest.

He knew it was unusual–after all, he had spent his life surrounded by women of all kinds, from those of exceptional beauty to those of quiet sweetness. Yet it was this woman, with her natural, irresistible charm, who had truly captured his heart. 1

Timothy had said Celeste’s identity was doubtful, and that Oliver should be more cautious.

Oliver had no patience for such warnings. After all, Celeste had already told him everything about her past. She had come to the Southern Frontier only to find a way to survive, never intending to attach herself to him. She had known of his wife’s cruel nature and wanted nothing more than to avoid trouble, especially the kind she had fled from in the capital.

So, it wasn’t that she had seduced him–it was he who had pursued her relentlessly.

in the book. He even offered to take her in as his goddaughter. Eventually, they married,

and a delicate and charming wife, Oliver felt like he could live

the way he had treated Zoey. Over the years, she had run the household with an iron grip, managing the family’s finances with absolute control. Since he had been leading the troops outside, people held her in

guilt, he was also

be elevated as a rightful wife. Yet, Zoey kept making excuses and showed no

the agony Celeste had endured during her pregnancy. Every whiff of meat made her gag. She was such a

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Zoey ever understand

to discuss with you,” Celeste said, reclining on the luxurious chaise longue. She had slept through much of the day,

her, drawing her frail, soft body into his embrace. Lowering his head,

flushed pink at his remark, and a faint blush spread across her delicate features, even tinting the corners of her eyes. Her voice was soft and a bit hoarse as she

I’ve been acting like a priest. Now that you’ve recovered, it’s

his laughter, gently guiding her shoulders. “Alright, tell me

planning to strike