Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 997

Chapter 997

+25 BONUS

Michael’s wife, Lucille, had no love for Barrett at all. She had someone bring out just a couple of snacks to go with the drinks before quickly retreating, taking the servants with her. The room still reeked, and she wasn’t about to stay and serve him.

Barrett drank in silence, barely touching the food. He could see the contempt Lucille had for him, and it only soured his mood. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

“You should eat something,” Michael said, breaking the silence. “Stop just drinking. What’s going on with you?”

Barrett drained his glass in one go, then suddenly collapsed onto the table, his body shaking with quiet sobs. The sound was muffled, like someone pressing a pillow over his face. The sobs were low and strained, barely escaping his chest.

Michael fell silent, focusing on his drink and food. Maybe Barrett just needed a place to let it out, though Michael couldn’t tell what exactly he was crying about.

After a long while, when it seemed no one would offer any comfort, Barrett wiped his tears and looked up. His eyes, red and raw from the tears, were now streaked clean, revealing their dark depths beneath, giving him a strangely comical appearance.

made Michael laugh

smile was hollow, sad. “I’m nothing but

He

drained two more glasses. “Go home? Why would I? All I’d get is

“Are you really giving up on even your official position? If you anger His Majesty, you’ll have no future

to end like this. I never had a future to begin with. Demoted, salary docked for three years…

You could still do your job- do it well,

another. I even gave up my military merits, thinking Aurora and I had something real. In the end, it was all a joke. I even betrayed her. “I can’t even sleep at the Ministry of Justice,” Barrett

1/2

25 Brands

Chaptersos

eyes, I have nightmares. I dream about her being torn apart by the Westhaven people, her bones shattered, covered in blood, begging me to save her. Sometimes,

hope for the future. Back then, I thought I was favored by fate. So many noble families in the capital came to Northwatch Estate to ask for her hand in marriage. Yet, it was me whom Madam Sinclair

Barrett off when he started talking about Carissa. “Talk about Aurora

deepened the sorrow in his chest. “What do I know about love? Back then, I just thought she was different. Different from all the other women I’d known. When she spoke, her