Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1166

Chapter 1166

Oscar dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he called out, “Grand Princess Eleanor!”

He then collapsed onto the floor, weeping bitterly.

However, Eleanor didn’t even lift her eyes. It was as if she were lost to herself, neither seeing nor hearing him.

After his crying fit subsided, Oscar took out a tray of pastries. Argent was about to come over to inspect them, but Mabel stopped him.

“Prince Rafael said there’s no need to inspect the pastries,” Mabel said. “She’s allowed to eat them.”

Oscar knelt on the ground, his eyes red and swollen. His voice trembled as he spoke.

“Your Grace, please just take a bite. This is from Lady Ruth. She specifically sent them to you. It’s your favorite sweet pastry. There are more cakes, too. You can eat them slowly.”

At the mention of Ruth, Eleanor finally raised her eyes to look at him. Her face was dark and gaunt, filthy with grime, and the skin around her eyes was a deep gray. However, her bloodshot eyes were still noticeable.

“Put it down,” she said. Her words, rough and unclear without teeth, were still unmistakable.

With trembling hands, Oscars held up a set of clothes. “And here’s a change of clothes. Let me help you put them on.”

Without hesitation, he reached out to lift her, ignoring the filth that covered her body. He carefully draped her over his arm, guiding her step by step inside the room.

and Gillian. “Aren’t you going in

She reached out, discreetly hiding a piece of pastry in

since it was Rafael and Carissa’s decision,

Oscar emerged, carrying Eleanor on

thin that they hung on her frame like a sack,

more, and she curled up again, retreating into herself. The blankets and warm clothes he brought with him were also sent

nodded. “That’s enough. Let’s not make things harder for Mr. Lane. It’s time to

stole one last look at Eleanor

3.26 BONUS

leaving

until they disappeared beyond the heavy door, and

inspect them. After confirming

she eat them?” Carissa

she left, but I’m sure. Oscar told her about the poison,” Mabel said. ” And then he helped her change

you for your hard work. Go eat something now,” Carissa said

Your Grace. I’ll take my leave.” Mabel

lived or died didn’t really matter. If Ruth couldn’t bear to see her suffer and wanted to give her an escape,

the right moment came and the culprits surfaced, a well–crafted suicide letter

refused to name names, so her

probably didn’t know the identity of the true mastermind behind

it was clear that Yuvan wasn’t the true mastermind,

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