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?”

her words. He stood, clinging to the edge of the bed for support. His mind was consumed by the echoes of Aurora’s

rain hitting the roof catching his attention.

eerie shadows. His silhouette was distorted, at times looming like

of Aurora’s anguished cries from his dream made his chest

go to the study, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own, carrying him instead to the Blessed

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he pushed open the

two, 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 lamps outside, casting faint shadows that

in sheets. Barrett stood in the yard, not

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

would never ask

Was

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

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

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

Victory Pass, he told Carissa that he didn’t know how to love until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race.

knew Aurora wasn’t beautiful, nor was she gentle. But there was a wildness about her, like a wildflower blooming in his heart. Her boldness made him smile and made his eyes sparkle

for Carissa, had he ever loved