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?”

consider His Majesty as an older brother, it’s only natural for him to plan a marriage

was frustrated by these

me directly if he fails to find a suitable match

sighed. There were things he didn’t know how to explain and couldn’t express.

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sigh, Carissa felt that the matter was not so simple. Ind she couldn’t grasp any clear answers. Her relationship

brothers had died in battle. When she followed her mother into the palace, Salvador had always been kind to her, maintaining the same attitude as

insisting on marrying her after her return from the battlefield? And why choose her, a divorced worn, instead of selecting a new concubine through the court’s usual

could have had her enter the palace back when

this edict after her divorce and a stint

edict itself was peculiar. Instead of directly summoning her to the palace, he had first sent the queen to test the waters and then given her

her into marriage, as though her remaining

their faces, they devoured the meal set before them as if they hadn’t eaten

to tidy up. Rubbing his stomach, he said in a tired voice, “I slept for a long time and dreamed

“I felt

and the 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