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?”

to the edge of the bed for support. His

of rain hitting the roof catching his attention. It had started raining without him noticing, the relentless downpour rolling down in

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

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

his feet seemed to have a

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pushed open

or two, the once well–kept

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

sheets. Barrett stood

the closed doors 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 still

would never ask

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

but this dream–it had been too real. It was more vivid than any nightmare he

wide with terror and hopelessness. He had

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

until he met Aurora. Aurora had made his heart race. When he held her hand, his pulse quickened. He wanted to be close to

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

had he ever loved