Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1303

Ever since being confined to Everspring Palace, Kylie hadn’t set foot outside its gates.

However, after years of maneuvering and influence within the court, news of major events always found its way to her, even in isolation.

Today’s whispers were no different. She had heard about Jeremiah’s bold suggestion that Salvador personally lead the army.

The thought alone sent her heart racing, excitement and anticipation surging through her veins. If Salvador were to lead the army himself, he would have no choice but to appoint a crown prince before leaving.

And at this moment, there was no other contender but Connor–the eldest prince. It seemed to Kylie as though the Hell Monarch’s sudden illness couldn’t have come at a better time.

As her initial excitement subsided, she forced herself to think clearly. This development, as promising as it seemed, might not come to fruition. Salvador had been absent from the battlefield for years.

Would he really risk his safety to go now?

Besides, there were still capable generals in the court, and Yuvan was stirring up a rebellion.

Still, the idea lingered in her mind. If Salvador did decide to lead the campaign, he would earn unparalleled support from the people. And Yuvan, like someone clinging to their last chance, wouldn’t last much longer.

Her thoughts churned endlessly, leaving her tossing and turning through the night.

Before dawn, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Her maid, Talia, rushed in with urgency written all over her face.

“Your Majesty, the king has sent someone to escort the eldest prince to him.”

Kylie immediately rose from bed, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Hurry, help me get dressed.”

During her time in confinement, Salvador hadn’t visited her once, nor had he summoned Connor. Though the wait had tested her patience, she had known better than to act rashly. She could only bide her time and wait for the right moment.

Now, this turmoil–this precarious balance of internal strife and external threats was nothing short of a divine opportunity for both her and her son.

Once she had washed and dressed, a thought occurred to her. “Did His Majesty summon me as well?”

“No, Your Majesty,” Talia replied. “He only instructed Mr. Walker to escort Prince Connor.”

Kylie’s heart sank with disappointment. If Salvador were preparing to lead the army, the management of the royal harem should naturally fall back into her hands. Only she could maintain order among the concubines and curb their ambitions.

After all, naming a crown prince while leaving the harem’s authority in Sylvia and Grace’s hands would be far too dangerous.

Kylie’s brow furrowed. “Where’s Lydia?”

“Your Majesty, Ms. Lydia is comforting Prince Connor,” Talia reported with a tinge of exasperation. “It’s still so early–he refuses to get out of bed.”

Kylie glanced at the faint light of dawn seeping through the windows. “No surprise there. It’s barely morning.” noveldrama

She had spoiled Connor in the past. Though there had been some improvement recently, he still didn’t wake up early to study. Knowing that this was a critical time, she decided to personally visit his bedroom. There were many things she needed to remind him of, to make sure he didn’t say anything that would upset Salvador.

When she arrived at Radiant Hall where Connor resided, she was greeted by the sounds of a tantrum. Loud protests and grumbling echoed from within. Concerned, Kylie quickened her pace and entered the chamber.

Inside, she saw Lydia holding Connor in her arms as a maid combed his hair.

“Lydia!” Kylie’s sharp tone cut through the commotion. “You cannot let him behave like this, especially with Mr. Walker waiting outside. What if he sees this disgraceful scene?”

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” Lydia replied hastily. “I’ve already sent someone to keep Mr. Walker entertained in the front hall. He won’t come here.”

Connor remained cradled in Lydia’s arms, his face flushed with frustration. Having been unceremoniously dragged out of bed, he had thrown a fit earlier, making it a challenge just to get him dressed. Now, half–asleep, he was grudgingly allowing his

hair to be combed as he dozed off again in Lydia’s arms.

Seeing his mother’s arrival, he opened his eyes slightly, rubbed them with a scowl, and mumbled, “Mom, I don’t want to get up I don’t want to see Dad.”

“Enough nonsense!” Kylie’s voice was firm her expression severe. “What have I taught you? You must spend time with your dad, behave properly in his presence, and never act out. Do you understand?”

Connor kicked his legs out as he hit Lydia’s shoulder with his small fists. “I hate this! I was finally excused from morning greetings, and now I have to go again. It’s so annoying! I don’t want to go!”

Kylie’s patience wore thin; her hand instinctively rose, ready to strike his leg. But she stopped herself, knowing her son’s temperament. If she punished him now, his tantrum would only escalate.

In the confines of Everspring Palace, his outbursts might be tolerable, but today was different. He was about to meet Salvador on a matter of great importance. She could not allow him to behave so poorly now.

Lowering her hand, Kylie knelt slightly to meet his gaze, softening her tone. “If you behave and listen to me today, I will let you skip lessons in the study hall for a few days. How does that sound?”

Connor’s eyes brightened at the promise. “Really? Mom, you can’t lie to me!”

“If you’re obedient, I will naturally reward you,” Kylie assured him. She gestured for the maid to hurry with his hair.

Salvador was waiting, and she didn’t want him to get impatient.