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.

to enter the palace and become

studied Rafael’s face. “Did His Majesty send

asking

gaze and slowly shook her

inquired, “Is there someone you have in

her closely, noting every subtle change in

replied firmly,

person you have

“None.”

understood he held no place in her heart, but hearing her admit she had no feelings for any man at all was

a slight pain, but bearable, given that her indifference wasn’t directed

pale before returning to normal, Carissa pondered for a while before asking, “Your Highness, are you here

on her. “I like you and wish to marry you.

Crash!

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

this isn’t a jest you should

shaking the water from her dress. Normally composed, she was now somewhat

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Ridge when I was about seven. Even if you visit Meadow Ridge every year, I’ve never

said with a reassuring smile as he picked up his cup

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