Her Majestic Battle Cry

When Yuvan brought his family to the queen dowager’s chambers to bid farewell, Salvador was also present. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The uncle and nephew each harbored their own thoughts, though neither voiced them. Victoria was aware of the underlying tension, but chose to act as if nothing was amiss. She chatted with them about ordinary matters, reminiscing about the past.

With a deep sigh, Victoria began to speak about the late king’s fond memories of Yuvan and his brothers in their younger days.

“During the autumn hunt one year, you brothers accompanied King Sigmund,” she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “You were so full of youthful energy back then, Yuvan. You insisted on riding a fiery horse that was as tall as you were.

“Who would have guessed the horse would go mad and nearly throw you off? King Sigmund rushed to your side, whipping his riding crop around you to keep you steady, but you both ended up falling.”

Her gaze distant, she continued, “Luckily, he shielded you with his own body. You didn’t suffer serious injuries, but his back was cut open by the rocks, leaving several deep wounds that bled profusely.”

She paused, her expression softening. “He always said that among all his brothers, he cherished you the most. You were clever, considerate, and dutiful. Whenever he had something good, he always made sure to set aside a share for you. When it came time to divide the lands, he gave you Valken, hoping you could live a peaceful, prosperous life as a man of leisure.”

Victoria smiled faintly as she spoke, though deep down, she knew these words wouldn’t change anything. Still, Sigmund’s intentions deserved to be voiced. Whether Yuvan chose to acknowledge his brother’s affection or not was entirely up to him.

For his part, Yuvan adopted a look of deep reflection. He even shed tears at the emotional

moments.

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However, Salvador remained detached, almost like an outsider. He suddenly turned his attention to Randall and asked, “I’ve heard you’re well–read and knowledgeable. Have you ever considered entering court as an official?”

Randall froze, clearly caught off guard by the king’s question.

Before he could respond, Yuvan quickly interjected, “Randall, thank His Majesty for his kindness!”

Randall immediately knelt and said, “Your Majesty, I humbly thank you for your gracious. offer. If there is any way I can serve you, I would gladly oblige. But as for becoming an

official, I must confess that I lack both talent and skill. I fear I am unworthy of such a responsibility.”

“Skills can be learned,” Salvador said firmly. “If you think you lack ability, then you should stay in the capital and learn. In the meantime, you can also fulfill your duty by caring for your grandmother. And since you’re still unmarried, I’ll have someone keep an eye out for a suitable match for you.”

With that, Salvador settled the matter, leaving Randall no choice.

. Randall was Yuvan’s eldest son, born to a concubine but raised by Avis in his early years. His biological mom had been a maidservant. Meanwhile, Fiona had two sons of her own: Lucian and Raymond, the latter of whom had not accompanied them to the capital this

time.

On the surface, Lucian seemed brash, reckless, and utterly useless. As for Raymond, he was greedy and obsessed with women–hardly a man to be relied upon. That left Randall. Among Yuvan’s sons, he was the only one with decent potential.

Of course, Salvador wasn’t one to judge a person based solely on appearances.

Randall cast a glance at his father, hiding the bitterness in his eyes. Then, he knelt and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

He understood perfectly well that staying in the capital was not a matter of learning or marriage–it was to serve as a

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explained these things

to him, but after all this time, Randall had pieced together most of the truth. And because he understood, he had never been in a rush to marry.

If Yuvan succeeded in his plans, the best Randall could hope for was to become a prince. Maybe he would even be granted the title of a county duke and be given a fief. But if Yuvan failed, Randall’s life would be forfeit.

Why involve an innocent woman in such an uncertain fate?

By Randall’s assessment, the odds were heavily stacked against his father. With the kingdom stable and its military strong, Yuvan’s chances of success were slim. Yet, blinded by years of scheming and ambition, he seemed convinced victory was within his grasp. Victoria had said everything she needed to say, and Salvador had no more to add. Anything else would only be empty pleasantries, and there was no point in that now.

Salvador didn’t know the exact size of Yuvan’s private army, how much grain he had stockpiled, or what weapons and armor he possessed. But he wouldn’t act hastily.

Without concrete evidence, there was no justification to execute Yuvan. A baseless accusation of treason would tarnish the royal family’s reputation, while holding Yuvan in the capital indefinitely could backfire, giving his followers time to act.