Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Aurora returned to the capital in a state of dejection.

Barrett kept his distance from her, even though he was injured and could have used her support. He was adamant about avoiding any physical contact with her. Even the others who had been captured with her glared at her with hatred.

They knew why they had been castrated–it was because in Fawnrun City, Aurora had tortured that young general and ordered his castration, humiliating him.

Now, the eighteen soldiers who were captured had been treated the same way by the Westhaven soldiers, and they couldn’t voice their suffering or express their grievances. Their hatred for Aurora ran deep.

Throughout the journey, they avoided her as much as possible. They didn’t want to speak to her, and even when they saw her, they kept

their distance.

Aurora remembered her earlier enthusiasm, believing she would achieve great things in this war. Instead, she had returned with half her face disfigured and despised by everyone. She could barely tolerate these things, but what she found most unbearable was seeing how the soldiers idolized Carissa, how the generals protected her, and how even Rafael praised her.

ride in the king’s carriage to receive the citizens‘ congratulations, and she was also able to attend the

mood was at rock

see anyone. She covered her face

front of a bronze

and rough, she looked like a village woman. Without her former confidence, brora felt as though she was no different from a peasant

thoughts swirled aimlessly, she reminded herself that she was married and that Barrett cared for her, even if he was struggling to come to terms with her appearance. He might have thought she had been

Barrett himself, proving that he did not despise her looks. After all, if he valued

other were genuine. They deeply loved one another, having declared their intentions and

other at Victory

they would live happier lives than Carissa. As long as Carissa’s life was worse than hers, Aurora could find some balance

in the end, she was still second–hand goods. Noble families

wouldn’t like any of those suitors either. It seemed she was destined for

felt a bit more

knock sounded at the door. “Madam Aurora, Madam Rebecca requests your

frowned, her mood souring at

to Rebecca’s residence. Inside, her father in law, Jonathan, was also present. She gave a