Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 870

Chapter 870

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Helen often spoke of Sigmund. Sometimes she praised him, and other times, she complained. But whenever his name came up, she adopted the demeanor of a spoiled little girl, as if she had never really

grown up.

She had been the most carefree concubine in the palace, occupying her position without having to navigate any intricate schemes. Even if there were plots against her, they never targeted her directly as Victoria always stood guard on her behalf.

Helen had been pampered growing up, then pampered again while having children. And now, she was pampered by her daughter–in–law. It seemed she never needed to worry about anything.

Yet, she still found trivial matters to fret over, like squabbles with Dakota or Josephine and wanting to compete with them. When she won, she kicked her legs in joy. When she lost, she puffed her cheeks in annoyance for a while. Eventually, those feelings would pass.

Even when Eleanor and Jessica schemed against her, she would only feel anger for a moment before brushing it aside. She wouldn’t let negative emotions linger for long.

That was how most of her life had gone.

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too. If she was honest, though, did she really like children? They either cried incessantly or made loud, raucous

had, Helen wanted

to her room, where she found Qiana pressing a hot compress against Rafael’s forehead. It seemed to be helping–the lump looked a bit smaller than before and was now turning into a

instructed them to start preparing dinner. After dinner, the two of them lingered together

into his embrace, his gaze deep and intense. “You

and replied, “But your leg is fractured, so it’s not

fingers brushed against her cheek, moving up to her

there are other positions that

pressed her hand against his

fingertip, his gaze growing heated. I’ve heard that martial artists are best suited for this sort of thing. You practice every morning, so why not put some effort into

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Chapter 870

I had no idea someone was

his head away, hiding the embarrassment in his eyes. “Never mind that. Just know it’s someone who

he had learned these things? After all, the

if a specialist taught you, then I suppose it’s

all the candles with a flick of her wrist, leaving only a small flame