Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1038

Chapter 1038

Ignoring the late hour, Rafael sent someone to the Quinton family’s residence with a notice of his visit the following day.

“Since he went against my senior guild member, he can forget about getting any sleep tonight,” the prince quipped.

Carissa’s lips curled into a smile. “I’ll go with you tomorrow to see Madam Marjorie.”

“Alright.” Rafael pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. His voice was a little rough as he whispered, “It’s April, and we still haven’t had a chance to go for a spring outing. Marrying me must be such a hardship for you.”

Carissa rested her face against his chest, recalling the time he had tumbled down a mountain.

She couldn’t help but chuckle and tease him, “Do you still want to go skiing? I think the snow’s probably all gone by now.”

“N–no, it’s fine,” Rafael stammered, flustered.

He lowered his head and, with a possessive kiss, silenced her teasing.

At that moment, Sydney came in with a late–night snack. She was greeted by the sight of Lulu running out with a flushed face, nearly bumping into her.

Sydney couldn’t help but laugh and scold, “What are you rushing around for?”

around so quickly that she nearly twisted her waist. Still holding the snack,

possibly be bothered with this ordinary meal when there was something so

on her face as she glanced up at the sky. The stars twinkled

fact that someone from Hell Monarch Estate had sent a notice of visit in the middle

hand, sending a notice of visit so late could be considered courteous. On the other hand, it seemed disrespectful to disturb him at such

exactly why

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Chapter 1038

dug into the Marquis of Ironridge’s family, they wouldn’t dig too

feelings toward Rafael were mixed–admiration and wariness. It was much like how the king had once felt about the prince. However, it now seemed that Salvador had pushed past his doubt and was starting to trust

balance was broken, danger

felt the urgency

notice of visit had been delivered late at night, but the Hell Monarch’s carriage didn’t arrive at the Quinton family’s residence until nearly noon the following day. Despite his impatience, Malcolm could only greet them with

gift was for Gerald, while Carissa’s was for Marjorie. Though Malcolm wasn’t receiving anything from them, he still put on a smile. He ushered them in and followed all the formalities,

of her coffee, she invited Marjorie to

looked much more haggard than the last time Carissa had seen

sun shone warmly, creating a picture- perfect day. The garden

her, Marjorie’s face remained melancholy. It was as if the sorrow

smile.

been busy with official duties so I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m so happy to