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.

coughed once, then said in a slow, feeble voice, “Your

labored and barely

it. “Your Grace, please sit closer. Lady Ruth is weak, and her voice

down, then asked softly,

sighed. “I suppose it’s no use hoping for

bit of lip balm to her dry lips, but instead of improving her complexion, it only made her already pale face look

a gentle reassurance, “If you take proper care of yourself,

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 Ruth poorly

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Grace, I asked for 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

lowered her eyes. “When someone dies, es as if a light is extinguished. Whether or not one forgives, it no longer matters. There’s no need for you to

the next life, she can suffer less.

made in this life weren’t due to a bad marriage, nor are they connected to it at all,” Carissa said, her voice calm

as you said, when someone passes,

more hate,” Carissa replied softly, not wishing to

tears. After a moment, Ruth continued,