Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 682

Chapter 682

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As the sun set and cast a warm glow over the city, Caspian stepped out of the Ministry of Infrastructure, where a carriage was already waiting for him.

Before he climbed aboard, he said, “Let’s head to the end of Jubilant Street first. My wife mentioned a couple of days ago that she wanted to have Harold’s ravioli, I want to buy some fresh ones to cook at home.”

“I’m afraid he won’t be set up yet,” the coachman, Charles, replied.

Harold’s ravioli stall only opened at night. The capital was thriving, and both Jubilant Street and Beacon Street buzzed with activity when night fell.

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“It’s almost time. We can wait a bit once we get there, Caspian said with a wave of his hand. Charles chuckled. “You really care for your wife, don’t you, sir?”

Caspian playfully tapped Charles on the head and smiled. “She’s a good woman who married me and is raising our children. How could I not treat her well? And you’d best take care of Jenny too.”

Charles nodded and grinned. “I understand, sir.”

Charles had grown up in the Prince household, and Jenny was a girl brought into the family at a young age. A couple of years back, Caspian had arranged for the marriage, and Jenny now served at Luna’s side. As they arrived at the end of Jubilant Street, they saw vendors beginning to set up their stalls one by one. Harold was now elderly and slower in his movements, so Caspian and Charles quickly went to assist him. When Harold spotted Caspian, he smiled and said, “Mr Prince! Back again to buy ravioli for your wife?” “Indeed, Harold. My wife loves your ravioli. She won’t touch anyone else’s, not even what our chef makes. It just doesn’t suit her tastes,” Caspian replied.

his hand. “No need to help. 1 can manage this on my

Charles continued to lend a hand, setting up the stall until it was ready. Once they finished, Harold–began to prepare the ravioli, as the dough and fillings had already been

a moment, Mr. Prince? It’ll be ready soon,” Harold said. “How much are you

pounds again,”

many years, but business had never been great. It wasn’t that his ravioli

that much she insisted on buying five pounds each time and would take it home to share

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Chapter 682

called out, “Harold, I’d like a

the stall. She

been busy all day and skipped lunch. I’m absolutely

as Ava Weaver,

your family’s shop, Ms. Weaver? Mr. Prince’s ravioli first before

head and looked slightly surprised

curtsied. “It’s nice to

I need

when Eugene Snyder hosted a banquet, she had brought coffee and Eugene had praised her family’s coffee beans. Since Caspian enjoyed a good cup

politely.

you mind if Harold serves me first, Mr. Prince? I’m just

prepare it for Luna’s dinner that night. Otherwise, it would have to serve as a late–night snack, and his wife