Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Leaving an unmarried man and woman alone in a room was inappropriate. Frederick would normally insist on having several attendants present for propriety’s sake.

However, with Rafael being addressed as Marshal and Carissa as General Sinclair, Frederick assumed their discussion would revolve around military matters, which weren’t for his ears.

After serving a pot of tea, Frederick promptly cleared the room and closed the door, instructing that no one should approach.

Rafael held his cup, his long fingers traci the floral design on its surface, his expression solemn.

After a moment of silence, seeing he had not yet spoken, Carissa looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marshal, is this about the Southern Frontier battlefield…?”

“Not at all,” Rafael interrupted, taking a sip of tea before setting the cup down. “I’m here today for personal matters, not military ones.”

Carissa’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

Personal matters? What could there be to discuss between her and Rafael if not military matters?

Rafael looked at her, and asked, “The king has given you a three- month deadline to marry. Otherwise, you will have to enter the palace as a concubine. Correct?”

Carissa wasn’t surprised that he knew about this, so she simply nodded in acknowledgment.

want to enter the palace and become a concubine?” Rafael

face. “Did His Majesty

I’m asking

his clear, unwavering gaze and slowly shook her head. No,

there someone you have

every subtle change

firmly, “No,

person you

“None.”

he held no place in her heart, but hearing her admit she had no

but bearable, given that her indifference wasn’t directed solely

a while before asking,

was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on her. “I like you and

Crash!

Carissa’s hand toppled over, shattering into pieces on the floor. She stared

a jest

quickly rose, shaking the water from her

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were young, I went to Meadow Ridge when I

fine. I’ll stop teasing you,” Rafael said with a reassuring smile

liked you, I was jesting. However, my intention to marry you is sincere. I’ve recovered the Southern Frontier, and the king wants to grant me a marriage. My sister–in–law showed me the portraits of several young women, but none of them were to my liking. Then I happened to hear from my siste in–law that the king has given you a three–month deadline to find a husband. If you don’t, you’ll have to enter the