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.

she couldn’t shake. That sorrow made her remarkably self–aware,

the mountains, embracing life with the most unrestrained attitude. Now, even the curve of her

her burdens. He wished she could let herself cry, like the moment she had collapsed into his arms after reading her uncle’s

long fingers closing gently around hers. Her small hand

grasp.

in sleep, her dreams

thinking of the past altogether. But when she did, it always brought the

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Chapter 1074

of the

the gruesome state of her family’s corpses was enough to piece

her eyes were

charged forward. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a blow on the murderer. It was as though an invisible wall separated her from

between dreams and reality–it was the chasm between

been able to face her enemies, let alone exact

screamed,

every one of those murderers for her family. She wanted to hack Aurora into

the barrier with her spear

hated it. She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

the nightmare, his hands gently patting her

a deadly aura. As her vision cleared, it wasn’t an enemy she saw–it was Rafael, his

slowly dropping as her expression shifted from confusion to