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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a grandchild too. If she was honest, though, did

Helen wanted

listening to Helen talk about Sigmund for a while, Carissa returned to her room, where she found Qiana pressing a hot compress against Rafael’s

them to start preparing dinner. After dinner, the two

deep and intense. “You haven’t paid

and replied, “But your leg is fractured,

cheek, moving up to her brow. His eyes, dark and fathomless, brimmed with

other positions that we can

pressed her hand against his lips, her

opened his mouth and bit her delicate 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 it in bed as well? Who knows, it might even help you improve your leg techniques.” Carissa wrapped

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Chapter 870

had no idea someone

the embarrassment in his eyes. “Never mind that. Just know it’s someone who knows a thing or two

where he had learned these things? After all, the books he

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

the candles with a flick of her wrist, leaving only a small flame flickering in the dim