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?”

moment, equally perplexed by Barrett’s actions. “Did they manage

screaming in a panic, and the whole estate was in chaos. Oh, and his younger sister came charging at me. She almost scratched me up–I

still held a trace of fear as he recounted the incident. That woman had been ferocious. She looked like

patted him on the shoulder. “With that family, you can’t make sense of things. Best to keep your distance and avoid getting

estate and then slammed into the wall, I would have been in trouble. My mouth wouldn’t have been able to get me out of that

in agreement. “Right. Go rest now. Don’t dwell on

to Violet and Travis about what had

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to Aurora, but he now seemed to be putting on a show of deep

to fool? I the king ever found out, Barrett would be reprimanded. The entire court would only look down on him, and even his wife

the storeroom door to

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

uncle, Wade, had sent. She stood in front of it for a long while before moving, the lamp

chest.

from Wade

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

she counted the syringes. There were thirty in total,