Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1170

As the ladies were chatting, Ruth sent someone to privately ask Carissa to join her. After receiving the invitation, Carissa checked with Victoria for permission and went.

Ruth was Augustus‘ concubine, and she was supposed to be living in comfort on her son’s fief. Instead, she remained alone in a secluded palace in the royal palace.

When Carissa followed Oscar into Everlasting Palace, the atmosphere struck her as cold and desolate. There was no sign of festivity or hint of the holiday spirit. It felt as if they were not only separated by a few palace halls, but also by an unbridgeable divide of heaven and earth.

Since winter had set in, Ruth’s health had worsened. Yuvan’s son, Randall, had remained in the capital. Today, he was in the palace, attending to his grandmother.

Upon seeing Carissa, Randall rose and bowed. “Greetings, Your Grace.”

Carissa gave him a cool glance. “Greetings, Your Highness. I see you’ve come to the palace today.”

“Yes, I’m here to keep my grandmother company.” Randall felt uncomfortable under Carissa’s gaze, so he couldn’t meet her eyes.

Carissa ignored him and stepped forward to offer her greetings to Ruth.

Ruth was lying in bed, suppotted by two soft embroidered pillows. Her face was a sickly yellow, her eyes sunken. Her hair was unkempt and hung loosely, streaks of white strands scattered around her face–a result of staying in bed for so long.

said in a slow, feeble voice, “Your

was labored and barely

chair and placed it by the bed. Oscar gestured to it. “Your Grace, please sit closer. Lady Ruth is

Ruth and sat down, then asked softly,

sighed. “I suppose it’s no use hoping

but instead of improving her complexion, it only made her already pale face

a gentle reassurance, “If you

in the room was nearly too much for Carissa. Despite the comfortable heat, there was no sign of smoke, which showed the quality of the charcoal being used. Salvador didn’t treat

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you to come because I wish to offer an apology on behalf of Eleanor. She committed many wrongs toward your family, things that even I found appalling when I heard about them. I’m sorry, and I hope you can and it in your heart

es as if a light is extinguished. Whether or not one forgives, it no longer matters. There’s no need for you to carry this burden, Your Grace. You should focus on resting and regaining

her eyes. Forgiveness is what clears her karmic debt so that in the next life, she can suffer less. In this life, she didn’t find peace. But in the next, I hope she can

made in this life weren’t due to a bad marriage,

as you said, when someone passes, their light is

more hate,” Carissa replied softly, not wishing to dwell on the matter further.

After a moment, Ruth continued, her voice thick with