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

once been a lively young woman, like a wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, embracing life with the most unrestrained attitude. Now,

herself cry, like the moment she had collapsed into his arms after reading her uncle’s letter. He had thought

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

grasp.

only sank deeper into sleep. Even in

she avoided thinking of

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Chapter 1074

the

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

her mom drenched in blood, crawling across the ground. One ear had been severed, and her eyes were red with blood as she dragged herself toward Carissa. A blade sliced into her back–one stroke, then

hard she tried, she couldn’t land a blow on the murderer. It was as though an invisible wall separated her from him,

between dreams and reality–it was the chasm between life and

face her enemies, let

her nightmare, she screamed, her voice raw

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

barrier with her spear until

hated it. She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

through the nightmare, his hands

to his throat, her body radiating a deadly aura. As her vision cleared, it wasn’t an enemy she

slowly dropping as her