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.

her eyes–a profound sadness she couldn’t

a lively young woman, like a wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, embracing life with the

she had collapsed into his arms after reading her uncle’s letter. He had thought she might

reached for her hand, his long fingers closing gently around hers.

grasp.

into sleep. Even in sleep, her dreams were haunted- filled with bloodshed

so that she avoided thinking of the past altogether.

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Chapter 1074

of the

with her own eyes, but the gruesome state of her family’s

her dream, she saw her mom drenched in blood, crawling across the ground. One ear had been severed, and her eyes were red with blood as

Rose Spear, she charged forward. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land

the barrier between dreams and

able to face her enemies, let alone exact

her nightmare, she screamed, her

would kill every one of those murderers for her

pooling around them. She smashed into the barrier with her spear until her head throbbed and her hands bled, but she couldn’t break through. She

it. She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

through the nightmare, his hands gently patting

jolted awake, her eyes snapping open. Her hand flew to his throat, her body radiating a deadly

as her expression shifted