Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066

Barrett gasped for air, his chest tightening as though gripped by a massive hand, making it impossible to breathe.

“What’s wrong with you?” Viola had been woken by the commotion. She looked at him. sitting up, clearly in a daze.

“Another nightmare?” she asked impatiently.

Lately, he had been having nightmares every night. Viola couldn’t help but wonder how much guilt weighed on him to make it happen so often. What frustrated her most was that he often called out Aurora’s name during these nightmares.

When he didn’t respond, still clutching his chest and gasping for breath, she sneered, Dreaming about Aurora again? Did she die in this one too?”

“She’s dead,” Barrett murmured, his face drenched with either sweat or tears–it was hard to tell. “It felt so real… I dreamt that the villagers hacked her to death. She died miserably. Her head was severed, and there was blood everywhere. Her body…was torn apart.”

Hearing him say this in the middle of the night made Viola’s skin crawl.

“Enough!” she snapped. “Whether she lives or dies is none of your concern. Just go back to sleep.”

Barrett swung his legs off the bed and stood up, his body heavy with exhaustion. “You sleep. I’m going to the study.”

Viola’s frustration flared. “You always go to the study. What do you think the servants will say about me?”

He stood, clinging to the edge of the bed for support. His mind was consumed by

his attention. It had started raining without him

eerie shadows. His silhouette was distorted, at times looming like a monstrous figure, at other times

chorus that sounded like wailing spirits. The thought of Aurora’s anguished cries from his dream made his chest ache. It felt as though

intended to go to the study, but his feet seemed to have a

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open the door, he was

the once well–kept residence had

to clean, and the place was engulfed in darkness. The only light came from the lamps outside, casting faint shadows that

down in sheets. Barrett

Each time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking expression, her voice sharp as

she would never ask that

strange feeling twisted in his chest. Was it pain?

this dream–it had been too real. It was more vivid

his dream, he had seen her head fall, her eyes wide with terror and hopelessness. He

he couldn’t tell if he had ever truly loved Aurora. He

know how to love until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened. He wanted to be close to her.

her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her

Carissa, had he ever loved