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.

unforgettable. Carissa would likely remember this

doesn’t it?” she asked,

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

held on tighter, a playful pout in her tone. “No, I want to walk

other time, Rafael would have been thrilled. But right now, he felt defeated and utterly helpless, plus

her a little, making the trek down the mountain a bit more

reacted in time to stabilize himself and leverage that moment to

he could think about was how embarrassing it would be for Carissa to witness him fall.

thing he felt grateful for was that the trek

and as he caught sight of his trusty mount, a wave of frustration washed over

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hima omo the horse, trying in vain to tame his

words of comfort–but nothing seemed appropriate given how ridiculous he had looked during his

the spring. I bet this place will be filled

Rafael nodded, though a thousand thoughts