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?”

didn’t even register her words. He stood, clinging to the edge of the bed for support. His

sound of rain hitting the roof catching his attention. It

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

thought of Aurora’s anguished cries from his dream made his chest ache. It felt as though his heart had been tossed into a boiling pot of oil–painful,

but his feet seemed to have a

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time he pushed open the door, he was

once well–kept residence had become overgrown with weeds.

only light

howled, and the rain poured down in sheets. Barrett stood in the yard, not

of the hall, the same ones he had passed through countless times before. Each time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking expression, her voice sharp as she asked, “So, you

never ask that

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

sure if Aurora was truly dead, but this dream–it had been

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

mind. Even now, he couldn’t tell if he had ever truly loved Aurora.

know how to love until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his

a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her boldness made him

for Carissa, had