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?”

edge of the bed for support. His mind was

the roof catching his attention. It had started raining without him noticing, the relentless downpour

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

from his dream made his chest ache. It felt as though his heart had been tossed

his feet seemed to have a mind

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pushed open the door, he

or two, the once well–kept residence had become overgrown

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

poured down in sheets. Barrett stood

same ones he had passed through countless times before. Each time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking expression, her voice sharp as she

would never ask that

twisted in his chest. Was it pain? Or discomfort? Perhaps it

Aurora was truly dead, but this dream–it had been too real. It was more vivid than any

seen her head fall, her eyes wide with terror and hopelessness. He had even heard her voice calling

Even now, he couldn’t tell if he had ever truly loved Aurora. He felt like he still couldn’t understand what love

his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened. He wanted to be close to her. Seeing her bright, carefree face, his gaze

was she gentle. But there was a wildness about her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart.

had

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