Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1109

Fiona’s hair was a tangled mess, her cheek swelling from the force of the slap. The blow sent her tumbling backward, and she crashed into Yuvan. He winced in pain, gasping for breath.

Violet’s fury was barely contained, and she didn’t hesitate for a moment. She turned and marched toward Molly, her steps swift and determined.

“Violet, what do you think you’re doing?” Molly shrieked in terror, stumbling back. “I’m your cousin! I would never harm you—ah!”

Before Molly could protest further, Violet grabbed a fistful of her hair, lifting her off the ground and slamming her into a tree. Molly’s entire body seemed to crack with the impact; she collapsed, gasping in pain as tears streamed down her face.

“The last thing you said to me was that the scent on your body was the poison

you used against me,” Violet hissed, her eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Molly Spencer, what do you gain by helping that vile man? Did you think you could keep the title of princess consort after this? You’re stupid and vicious!”

With a sharp motion, Violet snatched a blade from one of the nearby soldiers and pointed it directly at Molly’s chest. The cold edge glinted under the moonlight–there was no mistaking the deadly purpose behind Violet’s eyes.

“I didn’t…!” Molly wailed in fear, her sobs uncontrollable. “I didn’t want this, but Prince Yuvan made me! Lady Fiona also forced me! They’re both insane!”

In her desperation, Molly spilled everything, her words tumbling out in a frantic confession. The terror in her voice was raw–she truly believed Violet would kill her.

Wayne let out a barely audible sigh. This wasn’t how he had expected things to unfold. There was no such thing as a flawless plan, only well–laid ones. If Yuvan hadn’t been so impatient and had taken the path through the forest to the mountain, they might not have been found so quickly. At least then, the plan might have succeeded.

on their faces was evident. They had been well protected, kept from

his mind racing. How would he fare if it came to a

take Thomas‘ troops at least an hour to reach them. That meant they had. to deal with Rafael and his people–and possibly the Capital Guard–within the next thirty minutes, or their fate would be sealed.

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others, they could make a swift escape. If they could get back to Valken, they would be safe. This

at Yuvan, silently hoping

kept him from acting too rashly, especially since he felt guilty. So, when he notited Wayne’s glance,

impulsively when it was time to remain calm, and then

anything get

beside him. His gaze was cold,

he began, his voice almost mocking. “I’ve heard rumors… Rumors that you have quite the taste for women, and that you abducted one here with the plan to

bloodshot eyes fixed on Rafael,

ruin my reputation,” he spat through

matters to attend to, and his reputation could not be tarnished. If news of him abducting a woman with the intent to violate her spread, his

how could

after. Was it instead an attempt to raid the garrison outpost with

the

he struggled to speak. Through