Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1053

Chapter 1053

Since Aurora had been taken away by Westhaven’s envoys, Barrett had been tormented by nightmares every night. He dreamed of her being tortured, her flesh slowly carved away, each strip of skin torn from her body while her blood surged like a tidal wave and drowned him.

Even in the daylight, when he was on duty, he would sometimes hear her voice. Sometimes it was a cry for help, other times a bitter accusation of betrayal, and at times, the sound of her agonized screams.

He felt like he was losing his mind.

His guilt weighed heavily on him, yet part of him still believed he had done the right thing. The internal conflict had worn him down, leaving him exhausted, mentally and physically drained.

He knew his position as deputy commander was more of a title than a real responsibility. The king never assigned him any duties. Day after day, he wandered the halls, his mind unsettled. At home, there was no peace either. Viola’s constant complaints, Serena’s goading to seek justice for her from the Marquis of Ironridge–it all gnawed at him.

No matter where Barrett was, he couldn’t find solace. He longed for someone to confide in, someone to share his frustrations with–but he had no friends left. No one wanted anything to do with him anymore.

However, Carissa knew the truth. Aurora was still alive. There had been word from Skywing Spire. Lisandra was still trapped in Fawnrun City.

When Leroy returned to Fawnrun City, he had taken command of the military. Although he hadn’t attacked immediately, he had stationed the troops and refused to retreat. He was calculating and weighing his options.

to war would mean a lack of

would handle the negotiations with the generals. His role

had no time for Aurora. Aurora was locked away, her fate uncertain. As for Zeke and the others, they had been executed before

Carissa walked out of the Capital Guard headquarters, only to find

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Chapter 1053

her. “Tomorrow’s a rest day. Today, we’ll

seen Ryan, and she missed him dearly. Without hesitation, she climbed into the

removed her heavy cloak and handed her a paper bag. “I picked up some crispy yellow pastries

filled the air, but Carissa neatly wrapped the paper

the bag again. “This one’s for you–eat it while

crunchy exterior gave way to a

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nibbling for a few moments before remembering to ask,

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He reached over and dabbed at the

replied, savoring another bite. The flavor lingered as she continued, her voice muffled by the treat, “You’re out so early today. Have you finished