Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 842

Chapter 842

One of the capital guards immediately dashed off to find a torch.

Violet noticed Amelia had closed her eyes. She looked utterly exhausted and freezing, her whole body

shaking.

“Amelia, don’t fall asleep! You wanted to see Cari, right? She’s on her way! Please, stay awake!” Violet

shouted.

Amelia opened her eyes, gazing at the raging river below. She had always been timid, and fear gripped her now, but standing there felt somehow better than being at Valor Estate.

All she had to do was jump, and it would all be over.

She couldn’t even remember why she had come here. Her mind felt numb, void of any sensation other than the cold. She still clutched the pawn ticket in her hand, which she intended to give to Carissa. She wanted to apologize and thank her.

divorce Carissa, and Amelia had been too much of a coward to say a word. Then, she wanted to thank Carissa for the genuine kindness she had shown her while she was still part of

off, but perhaps Carissa could get it back. It was originally Carissa’s, but sadly, Amelia had spent all the money

broke through the howling wind as horses charged towards

block her path, and Carissa quickly pulled on the reins, stopping her

the flames couldn’t reach Amelia’s position. They called for more

out Amelia’s figure. In the darkness, she looked even more fragile, as if she were just a pole standing

“Amelia, it’s me, Carissa,”

especially now that she was contemplating suicide, Carissa found it hard to call her “Madam Amelia” or “Mrs. Warren“. Perhaps those terms of address felt too distant to her now. Amelia pulled tightly on her fluttering cloak. She didn’t say anything

He dismounted quickly and rushed towards her. “Amelia, what are you doing?” “Don’t come any closer!” Amelia shrieked, one foot slipping dangerously as she almost lost her balance. A gasp went

halted in his tracks, realizing the gravity of the situation. He stood there and frantically shouted, Amelia, please come

down–Mom will be

an

don’t want to go back!” Amelia’s voice was a mournful roar in the darkness. Leave!

talk this out. If I’ve

could finish, Violet stepped in front of him, anger flashing in her eyes. “Don’t get too close! Step

back, his gaze fixed anxiously on Amelia’s

me? I’m coming to you, so you

sobs growing more subdued. She remained silent for