Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 330

Chapter 330

The two wedding processions collided head–on.

Barrett looked at Rafael, and Rafael looked back at Barrett.

Their gazes met, and Rafael felt nothing but gratitude. He was thankful Barrett had abandoned Carissa. However, gratitude was one thing–the fact that Barrett had previously wronged Carissa was another matter.

Barrett’s eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Once, he had been just as passionate and proud while bringing Carissa into his home. Back then, he had felt like the happiest man in the world.

Yet, fate was cruel.

Now, Carissa was the Hell Monarch’s princess consort, while Barrett had married and divorced different women, never truly finding fulfillment.

Because of that, Barrett’s complex gaze was filled with traces of envy, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, discomfort, and heartache. At this moment, he seemed to fully realize that he and Carissa could never go back–there really was no connection

between them anymore.

It was this clear realization that led Barrett to say this as they passed each other: “Congratulations, Your Highness, on marrying my discarded ex–wife.”

He knew how irrational he sounded. He understood the gravity of his words, and the possible wrath of the Hell Monarch.

was no immediate

him, reined in his horse, and replied softly, “Thank you for being blind. It allowed me to marry the one I truly

Rafael led

by that? The one he truly loved?

procession had moved

Barrett was asking

the exchange and asked

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“Tomorrow!” Rafael uttered firmly.

day of celebration. There would

importantly, Everett was present. Rafael definitely didn’t want to experience the older man’s punishment on his wedding night just

a pause, Rafael added, “A group

nod in agreement when Everett’s chilling voice came from behind,” Quiet down.

back, facing forward

Everett’s voice could be truly frightening. On this joyous day, couldn’t

playing the entire way, the bridal carriage arrived at Hell Monarch Estate. The journey didn’t take too long, as the residences of

this moment, the sun still hung low in the sky, slowly descending and dyeing the clouds at the horizon with a magnificent tapestry–like brilliance. It had snowed in the morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared. Now, the setting sun seemed to be gilding the world with a layer of gold leaf. Rather than feeling like dusk or twilight, there was

a grand and majestic beauty, even among the densely

in front of Hell Monarch Estate. Carissa was effectively blindfolded by the white veil. She could only see the sway of her wedding gown and the

matchmaker and Winona held her back. After another round of deafening drum music, Winona and the