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.

how bright her smile appeared, there was always a shadow in her eyes–a profound sadness she couldn’t shake. That

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

up to him, to share her burdens. He wished she could let herself cry, like the moment she had collapsed into

reached for her hand, his long fingers closing gently around hers. Her small hand fit entirely within

grasp.

in sleep, her dreams were haunted- filled with

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

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Chapter 1074

the

but the gruesome state

ear had been severed, and her eyes were red with blood as she dragged herself

Gripping her Rose Spear, she charged forward. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a blow on the murderer. It was

between dreams and reality–it

hadn’t even been able to face her enemies, let alone exact her

screamed, her voice

the greater good! She would kill every one of those murderers for her family. She wanted to hack Aurora

ground, their blood pooling around them. She smashed into the barrier with her spear until her head throbbed and

She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

the nightmare, his hands gently

eyes snapping open. Her hand flew to his throat, her body radiating a deadly aura. As her vision cleared, it wasn’t an enemy she saw–it

dropping as her expression shifted