Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074

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Aurora’s death brought Carissa no solace–not even a sliver of comfort.

That night, Carissa lay in bed. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, giving the impression of deep sleep. In truth, she wasn’t asleep at all.

Scenes from the past played vividly in her mind, frame by frame, like butterflies flitting in a canyon, always just out of reach. She tried to hold onto something–anything–but her. grasp remained empty.

It was nearly dawn when she finally drifted off, her exhaustion overwhelming her restless thoughts.

Rafael opened his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, either. He could tell Carissa wasn’t truly asleep. A sleeping person’s body relaxed completely, but hers remained taut, indicated she was only pretending to sleep.

which

However, she was genuinely asleep now.

His heart ached. Since their marriage, their relationship had been harmonious–even loving. But Rafael knew Carissa had always kept her heart locked away. She would talk to him about anything else: political matters, even the weighty affairs of their nation.

Yet when it came to her feelings and emotions, she buried them deep within.

She buried her wounds beneath a facade of composure, refusing to let herself experience joy. It was as though she believed she no longer deserved it.

shadow in her eyes–a profound sadness she couldn’t shake. That sorrow made her remarkably

wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, embracing life with the most

her burdens. He wished she could let herself cry, like the moment she had collapsed into his arms after reading her uncle’s letter. He had thought she might finally speak her mind then, but she had

fingers closing gently around

grasp.

deeper into sleep. Even in sleep,

thinking of the

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Chapter 1074

of the Sinclair

her own eyes, but the gruesome state of

been severed, and her eyes were

tried, she couldn’t land a blow on the

more than the barrier between dreams and reality–it

been able to face her enemies,

her nightmare, she screamed, her voice

her family. She wanted to hack Aurora into pieces and

nieces–they all fell to the ground, their blood pooling around them. She smashed into the barrier with her spear until her head throbbed and her hands

She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

through the nightmare, his hands

eyes snapping open. Her hand flew to his throat, her body radiating a deadly aura. As her vision cleared, it

dropping as her expression shifted from confusion to