Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Just as Carissa reached Northwatch Estate, Derek came personally to deliver Salvador’s edict.

Carissa was stunned. If she couldn’t find a suitable husband in three months, she would have to enter the palace?

She quickly asked Derek to stay, and dismissed everyone else. “Mr. Walker, can you tell me what exactly His Majesty means?”

If Salvador was determined to have her enter the palace, there was no need to give her three months to find a suit. With the edict out, no one would dare to marry her. It seemed like another form of coercion, leaving her with no option but to enter the palace.

However, if he had used his authority and still granted these three months…

There was something odd about this edict.

Derek pondered momentarily, and said, “Perhaps His Majesty thinks that if someone dares to propose to you within these three months and challenge his will, he would believe that person truly cares for you.”

“But why is the king so concerned with my marriage?”

an older brother, it’s only natural for him to

by these

that case, why marry me directly if he fails to find a suitable match for

he didn’t know how to explain and couldn’t express. Salvador’s mind was as

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Ind she couldn’t grasp any clear answers. Her relationship with Salvador had been

in battle. When she followed her mother into the palace, Salvador had always been kind to her, maintaining

insisting on marrying her after her return from the battlefield? And why choose her, a divorced worn, instead

Salvador had any genuine interest in her, he could have had her enter the palace back when her

edict after her divorce

palace, he had first sent the queen to test the waters and then given

be pressuring her into marriage, as though her remaining single

the others finally woke up. After washing their faces, they devoured the meal set before them as if

clearly having made no effort to tidy up. Rubbing his stomach, he said in a tired voice, “I slept for a long time and dreamed for a long time too. In my dreams, I was either fighting on the battlefield or returning triumphantly to the capital.

added with a gloomy expression, “I felt the same way.

clash of blades. While I was on the battlefield, killing was like harvesting chives there wasn’t any real emotional impact. But now, reflecting on the number of people I’ve killed, I feel so distressed. Being a warrior is no easy task. I don’t think I’ll go back to the battlefield