Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1085

Chapter 1085

Marjorie had been standing quietly outside the courtyard. When she saw Carissa emerge, she curtsied respectfully and walked her to the gate. She had heard everything from her spot outside.

“How is the girl doing now?” Marjorie asked softly as they walked.

“She’s staying at the workshop,” Carissa said with a faint sigh. “But she hasn’t given up on trying to end her own life.”

Marjorie fell silent for a moment before murmuring, “What a tragedy.”

At the gate, she stopped and added, “If there’s anything I can do to help the girl, please don’t hesitate to let me know, Your Grace.”

Carissa inclined her head. “Thank you, Madam Marjorie. I’ll remember that.”

Marjorie curtsied once more, watching as Carissa mounted her horse and rode away. She remained at the gate for a long while, lost in thought, until Trey’s parents approached. They fell to their knees and pleaded with her.

“Please, my lady, call for a physician to save Trey!”

Marjorie’s expression turned cold as she looked down at them. “Ask Lord Quinton to make that decision. This is not something I can handle.”

Trey’s mother grabbed at Marjorie’s skirt as she begged, “My lady, please have mercy! Trey is our only son! We can’t let our family line die off!”

in Marjorie’s eyes. “He brought this on himself. Who else can

the woman’s grip and turned to leave, ignoring the wails that followed her. On her way back, she felt lightheaded and leaned

for support.

going to leave it be? What if the servants grow disloyal?” Thea asked

kindness toward the household staff. Part of it was her gentle nature, but another part was practicality–she understood the danger of

and his parents had been in the

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her head. “I can’t get involved. How could I

“But that young lady’s dad intended to send her to Lord Quinton. He refused her, but eventually,

wronged Ms. Whitley, and that’s a fact. Why bother with what ifs?

saw how angry Marjorie was, Thea

truth–sometimes, men viewed women as objects. At times,

with, Violet snuck into the Whitley family’s

heartless and cruel nature would have a cunning, deceitful face, or at

with an innocent brightness and a bright gaze. When Violet entered, dressed in all black, his eyes showed

of his concubines shrieked his name that she realized this was indeed Douglas, the man who had used his daughter for

asked, “Are