Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 329

Chapter 329

Carissa instinctively reached for Adrian’s hand, only to see a different hand extended toward her.

The hand was broad and long, with a palm covered in calluses, fingers slender and nails neatly trimmed. Most importantly, just above the palm, she could see a white sleeve embroidered with griffin patterns.

The griffin pattern was allowed to be used on a prince’s wedding garment or even normal ceremonial robes, but the sky griffin pattern was not.

It was Rafael, her husband–to–be.

Regaining her composure, Carissa placed her hand in his. He, too, seemed unfamiliar with holding hands. He first enveloped her hand with his palm, then awkwardly turned it a few times to find a proper fit before finally interlocking their fingers.

Carissa’s heart raced wildly, pounding so loudly it felt as though it might burst through her eardrums. But if it were possible, she would have heard Rafael’s heartbeat quickening in tandem with hers, a sensation so intense it bordered on dizziness.

Rafael led her towards the carriage. It seemed there were murmurs that this was improper; typically, it was the matchmaker who led the bride to the carriage.

But to hell with tradition.

Carissa was his bride, and also his princess consort.

He would lead her himself.

They would walk side by side toward the future he had always dreamed of.

Of course, they couldn’t truly walk side by side, given the height difference, but who cared?

Rafael moved as if walking on clouds, this scene more dreamlike than any dream.

He had once been heartbroken and desolate, but who could have predicted that fate would treat him so well? He was so blessed.

implying his lack of decorum–no greeting or formalities

there were any punishment, so be it; a few

only Carissa–his

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There were m

none mattered except

to steady his breath, fearing he

As they a

carriage, he wanted to simply lift her into his arms for the rest of

at this moment. He felt as though

Where was his self–control?

Gone!

perceptive. She supported Carissa, and stabilized their pace until

and catch a glimpse of Rafael in his wedding attire. Her hands were almost under the veil when Winona

present, she had been a bit

carriage, the curtains fell. At that instant, the sound

embarrassing, though fortunately no

however, was

guild members, including Ryan, were

was with

she couldn’t see how Rafael struggled to mount his horse, almost unable to climb

red as a tomato. Summoning his inner force, he performed a dashing

Alright, he managed…

land on the other side of

thoroughly