Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 245

, he would understand more than she might expect if she explained things to him.

Moreover, he had heard about the massacre of their family from common people. While he knew of the tragedy, the details remained unclear to him.

Though he was only seven years old, there were some truths he needed to face.

“The ones who wiped out our family were spies from Westhaven. I didn’t know you had snuck out that day, so I thought you also died in the massacre. Now, you’re the only male heir of the Duke of Northwatch’s family. You carry the hopes and legacy of your grandfather, uncles, father, and all the others. You must be as fearless and steadfast as they were.”

As Carissa spoke, she placed her hand gently on Ryan’s shoulder, observing the tears streaming from his eyes.

She continued solemnly, “As for me, I’ve divorced Barrett. We’re no longer husband and wife, and from now on, we’re strangers.”

Ryan wiped his tears away in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.

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Chapter 245

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later. What you need to know now is that Prince Rafael is my betrothed, and we will marry by the end of the year. If you’re wondering why I’m marrying him, it all begins

veiling some aspects and

revealed were that the culprits behind the massacre were spies from Westhaven. It was a truth that could not

was about the events that took place at Victory Pass–Ryan was not ready for

was the notion that she and Rafael had developed feelings for each other on the battlefield, which was why they decided

softened with genuine warmth as she spoke, as if

to defend our kingdom. He’s incredibly capable. What your grandfather once achieved, he has also accomplished. He truly reclaimed our territory at the Southern Frontier. He’s a hero, and

for Rafael, her mind briefly flashed to the prince’s cold, noble

doing so would bring happiness. However, after uttering those words, she discovered

feeling for her–one she had

his aunt, then pointed outside and back

deception, she decided to continue it fully and whispered,

wet with tears,

Rafael sat cross–legged on the bed, listening intently to every