Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1279

By noon the next day, both Rafael and Carissa awoke lazily, their bodies still heavy with the remnants of sleep.

Their eyes met, and Rafael’s gaze darkened. The sleep had restored him completely, filling him with energy. He pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear.

Carissa quickly pushed him away. “We need to get up!”

Lulu was waiting outside. When she heard noise from inside the room, she feared they would be distracted again and hurriedly called out, “Your Highness, Your Grace, Lady Helen has sent someone three times already.”

Rafael reluctantly withdrew his hand from its resting place, his gaze still burning with intensity. His tone was commanding yet playful. “I’ll listen to you now, but tonight… You’ll listen to me.”

The night before, Rafael had returned too late to greet Helen.

Normally, she never fussed about where he went, even if it was to the battlefield.

It wasn’t that she didn’t know the dangers of war, but Helen had always had complete faith in her son’s invincibility.

However, this time, with most of the household sent away and the atmosphere tense, she too

had become nervous.

When Carissa returned the night before, Rafael had not been around. Although Carissa had said he was in the palace, Helen hadn’t actually seen him, and worry gnawed at her.

still hadn’t gotten up. She could hardly believe it–since when were those two so lazy? Even when there

truly experienced what it meant to

hand, both dressed in formal clothes–the man exuded authority, and the woman

had Helen been so patient, waiting for them to properly complete all the formalities before finally allowing them to

on her. Even if they were to take their time and slowly

their separate ways–Rafael to the Supreme Court, Carissa to the Capital

they needed to properly interrogate

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skin and bones now, his body so thin that

was constantly on edge, asking every day if Salvador would have him executed. He kept insisting he was innocent and had only been greedy for a bit of

like him, there was no need for a harsh interrogation. A simple question was

words, Tiberius‘ already malnourished brain kicked into overdrive,

unnecessary details, but the one thing that could be

first, Tiberius hadn’t known that Yuvan was behind it. It had been Wayne who made contact with him, promising 5,000

pay for the grain anyway. Plus, he was getting a villa as well

It was then that he noticed Wayne by Yuvan’s

it hidden any longer, Yuvan came clean. He told Tiberius to keep supporting those men and promised to continue the annual payment of 5,000 silver coins

promise of a princely title. It’s just the expenses! I was just trying to make a living with those 5,000