Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1071

Chapter 1071

The gifts remained untouched in the storage room, and Carissa hadn’t even bothered to glance at them.

After dinner, she took a lamp and went inside alone.

Rafael offered to stay with her, but she refused, insisting she wanted to open the gifts by herself. Even Violet’s attempt to join her was turned away at the door.

Though Rafael was uneasy, he moved a stool just outside and sat, keeping vigil from the hallway.

Dylan had returned with news. When Barrett learned of Aurora’s death, he had thrown. himself against a wall in a violent fit. His wound bled heavily.

Dylan was still in shock. He had seen it with his own eyes–Barrett had slammed into the wall with such force. Dylan felt as though Barrett was trying to end his life right then and there.

Luckily, in his rage, Barrett had stumbled, which lessened the blow. Otherwise, there was no doubt he would’ve died on impact.

Confused, Dylan asked Jacob, “Why would he do that? If he wanted to die for Aurora, why didn’t he just go with her when she was taken? That would’ve shown his feelings for her. Why wait until now, after Aurora has been executed, to throw himself into death?”

thought for a moment, equally perplexed by Barrett’s actions. “Did they

were carrying him inside. His wife was screaming in a panic, and the whole estate was in chaos. Oh, and

ferocious. She looked like a wild animal, mouth open wide

on the shoulder. “With that family, you can’t make sense of

I went to tell him myself. If he had come looking for answers at the estate and then slammed into the wall, I would have been

in agreement. “Right. Go rest now.

shake off the feeling. He had to talk to Violet and Travis about what had happened. He had never seen anything like

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now seemed to be putting on

just a performance. It didn’t make sense who was he trying to fool? I the king ever found out, Barrett would be reprimanded. The

chair over to the storeroom door to speak

understand Barrett’s actions. Perhaps they both felt it wasn’t important enough

the storeroom, Carissa finally opened the chest her seventh uncle, Wade, had sent. She stood in front of it for a

chest.

gift from Wade

the cap off one, inside was a thin steel needle short, about the length of half a finger,

counted the syringes. There were thirty in