Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 560

Chapter 560

The carriage jolted over the uneven road, and the hurried pace only made the ride more grueling for Kayla. After just half an hour rissa noticed Kayla’s face had gone pale, her hand clutching her chest as if she were about to be sick.

Carissa asked, “Are you feeling nauseous from the carriage ride? Should I have the driver slow down?”

“No, don’t slow down,” Kayla waved her hand dismissively. “We need to go as fast as possible. I wish this horse had wings to fly us to Westglade. Don’t mind how frail I look, Your Grace–I can endure hardship.”

“Alright, then.” Carissa reached into her bag and pulled out the dried fruits Lulu had packed. Finding some ginger candies, she said, “Suck on this candy. It’ll help you feel better.”

“Thank you!” Kayla popped a piece into her mouth. The sweet and spicy taste spread in her mouth, somewhat alleviating her nausea.

Meanwhile, Rafael had arranged for the carriage to be modified in Simonton City. It was now spacious enough for Lawrence to lie down comfortably. Soft padding was added to ease the pain from the bumps. The military physician sat in the carriage with him, fanning away the heat and monitoring his condition.

Oliver had provided the best horses for everyone else.

Having stayed out of sight for a while, Oliver finally came out to see them off. He avoided eye contact with Thomas, and Thomas did the same. There was almost no exchange of glances between them.

to mount his horse,

“Do you need something,

the absence of his

you’re still

grinned. “Thank you, Marshal

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injuries, Oliver watched Thomas swing himself onto the horse with practiced ease. The man sat upright with the poise of

that fate had severed their connection

and Timothy were escorting them all the way to Westglade. Since there was no ongoing war, their extended absence was not an issun,

once thought they would never meet again, it was only natural to want to spend as much time together as

was a

Highness!” Oliver said, but Rafael didn’t even turn his head. He simply

the route he traveled for now was the same as Rafael and his

their pace was slow. Everett and Rafael rode

future. But if there is one,

accuracy. He had only met Oliver

someone was weak, strong, cowardly, or confident–Everett could

of a marshal. His confidence was merely an act, and it was obvious. Beneath his bravado, he was