Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 867

Chapter 867

It was both frustrating and amusing.

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Carissa supported the limping Rafael as they slowly made their way down the mountain. His hair was at mess, sticking up in a strange, wet clump after hitting the snow, creating an odd, wild look.

His face was a patchwork of bruises–blue, purple, and red. The red came from a cut that had bled; luckily, the wounds were shallow and, combined with the cold, had stopped bleeding quickly. A lump the size of an egg swelled on his forehead, a sight that was both pitiful and funny.

Fighting, strategizing, and governing were all his strengths, but games like this? He was utterly lost. Sliding down the slope had turned into a comical disaster.

Who knew skiing could be so hazardous?

Everyone knew, not to underestimate water, but mountains could be just as treacherous–especially mountains that only got covered with snow during the coldest days of winter, hiding sharp rocks just beneath the surface. The terrain here was nothing like the Southern Frontier, and back then he at least had armor. Here, he had none.

Rafael was mortified. He never expected that a simple act of skiing could result in such a humiliating tumble. He had hoped for a rare day off to bond with Carissa and create some meaningful memories they could cherish when they were older.

would likely remember this day for the rest of

doesn’t it?” she asked, noticing his worsening

you don’t need to help me. I can manage on my own. Having you support me makes it

a playful pout in her tone.

and utterly helpless, plus there was an excruciating pain

him, at least he could lean on her a little, making the trek down the

stabilize himself and leverage that moment to spring up. His

he could think about was how embarrassing it would be for Carissa to witness him fall. Then, his reflexes had betrayed

that the trek up the mountain had taken so long, while the descent was swift–though perhaps a bit

downcast, and as he caught sight of his trusty mount, a wave of frustration washed over him. He wanted to bury his face in Skyhawk’s mane and

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Chapter 867

eyes as he swung hima omo the horse, trying in vain to tame his wild hair.

some words of comfort–but nothing seemed appropriate given how ridiculous he

the spring. I bet this place

nodded, though a thousand thoughts of