Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 397

Chapter 397

Randall wiped his tears and approached Rafael, wanting to ask something. However, Yuvan cut him off with a loud command.

“Didn’t you hear them? They think we bring bad luck because we’re in mourning! Hurry up and leave!”

Tears streamed down Randall’s face again. He gave Rafael and Carissa a salute, his tall, thin figure swaying as he staggered away.

Yuvan’s other children all made a noise of discontent and left. Only Fiona managed to maintain her composure.

She bowed to Helen, and said, “Take care, Lady Helen. I’ll be taking my leave.”

As Fiona left, she cast a few significant glances at Violet, who responded with a dismissive roll of her eyes.

Helen remained in a state of bewilderment throughout the encounter. She had just been conversing pleasantly with them. They had appeared polite and well–spoken. How could they turn out to be so heartless?

Avis was dead, and only Randall had shown any sign of grief. The others wore faces devoid of any visible sorrow. Especially the two young women, who were Avis‘ own daughters, had allowed their mother to die alone at Verdant Monastery.

Helen shivered at the thought. Now that she had left the palace, she relied on her son and daughter–in–law for support when she was old. She knew they would have to remain respectful to her according to the kingdom’s culture and law, and wouldn’t dare to treat her this way.

they did dare?

stood up and joined Carissa in condemning Yuvan’s family, calling them

despicable people upset you. Lady Avis will have her revenge from beyond the grave. They will get what they

mother–in–law’s attempt to placate her. She had been trying to cry but could not shed

a

We need to go to the palace

see Rafael standing idly, and took

to your room. Look at her hands–they’re ice–cold. Show a little care

never spoken to

younger, but since he took up

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found

grown more distant. Aside from formal greetings and pleasantries, they had

residence, their interactions became even more distant. They were either excessively polite, or marked by an underlying desire for him to

this was something that

their room. Helen resumed her seat, pondering over her actions. Had she really been so

any of the fearsome demeanor she might have expected. Clearly, marriage had mellowed him. He seemed much