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?”

the edge of the bed for support. His mind was

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

lamps outside swayed violently in the wind, their light casting eerie shadows. His silhouette was distorted, at times looming like a monstrous figure, at other

a mournful chorus that sounded like wailing spirits. The thought of Aurora’s anguished cries from his dream

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

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he pushed open the door, he was

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

The only light came from the lamps outside, casting faint

rain poured down in sheets. Barrett stood in the yard, not moving another

time, Aurora would emerge with a mocking expression, her voice sharp as she asked, “So, you still

would never

his chest. Was

been too real. It was more vivid than

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

if he had ever truly loved Aurora. He felt like he still couldn’t understand what

had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened. He

about her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her boldness made him smile

Carissa, had he ever loved