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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she truly wanted to–but because Dakota’s son had a child, Helen felt the urge to have a grandchild too. If she was honest, though, did she really like children? They either cried

Dakota had, Helen wanted to

hot compress against Rafael’s forehead. It seemed to be helping–the lump

dinner, the two of them lingered together for a while. Carissa was finally able to look directly at his

a large hand, pulling her into his embrace, his gaze deep and intense. “You haven’t paid me any attention for several nights now. You just crash into

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

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

heard there are other positions that we can

against his lips,

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,

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Chapter 870

no idea someone was coaching you in this

mind that. Just know

where he had learned these things? After all, the books he had learned from were in the bookcase and locked up

taught you, then I suppose it’s

of her wrist, leaving only a small flame flickering in