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?”

even register her words. He stood, clinging to the edge of the bed for support. His mind

stumbled out of the room, the sound of rain hitting the roof catching his attention. It had started raining without him noticing, the relentless

the corridor, the flickering lamps outside swayed violently in the wind, their light casting eerie shadows. His silhouette was distorted,

of Aurora’s anguished cries from his dream made his

had intended to go to the study, but his feet seemed to

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the time he pushed open

the once well–kept residence had become overgrown with weeds. The

clean, and the place was engulfed in darkness. The only light came from the

sheets. Barrett

ones he had passed through countless times before. Each time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking

never ask that

in his chest. Was it pain? Or discomfort?

dream–it had been too real. It was

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

when they first met flooded his mind. Even now, he couldn’t tell if he had ever

didn’t know how to love until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened.

there was a wildness about her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her boldness made

Carissa, had