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?”

inside. Upon lifting the curtain at the door, she spun around so quickly that she nearly twisted her waist. Still holding the

ordinary meal when there was something

closed the door behind her, a smile on her face as she glanced up at the sky. The stars twinkled brightly, while the crescent moon hid behind thin clouds, shyly refusing to show itself

Quinton family’s residence, Malcolm sat solemnly in his armchair. The fact that someone from Hell Monarch Estate had sent a notice of visit in

a notice of visit so late could be considered courteous. On the other hand, it

exactly why this was

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Chapter 1038

of Ironridge’s

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

was

saw it clearly and felt

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 a

along, both carrying gifts, a necessity when visiting. However, Rafael’s gift was for Gerald, while Carissa’s was for Marjorie. Though Malcolm wasn’t receiving anything from them, he still put on

a sip of her coffee, she invited Marjorie to stroll through the garden. Rafael could handle things here

Carissa had seen her. Only a light dusting

two women walked ahead, with a small group of maids and servants trailing at a distance. A soft breeze caressed their faces as the sun shone warmly, creating a picture- perfect day. The garden was

the sorrow of autumn still clung to her. Only when speaking to Carissa did

smile.

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