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.

believe it–since when were those two so lazy?

truly experienced what it meant to be anxious

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

so patient, waiting for them to properly complete all the formalities before finally allowing them to rise and take their

toll on her. Even if they were to

the formalities, the two of them went their separate ways–Rafael to the Supreme Court, Carissa

they needed to

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Chapter 1279

so thin that

executed. He kept insisting

him, there was no need for a harsh interrogation. A simple question was enough: “Your life depends on how much truth you

kicked into overdrive,

the one thing that could be confirmed was that the private soldiers were indeed under Yuvan’s

was behind it. It had been Wayne who made contact with him, promising 5,000 silver coins a year to find reliable people

village himself. It wasn’t like he needed to pay for the grain anyway. Plus, he was getting

into him. It was then that he noticed Wayne by Yuvan’s side and realized that the

promised to continue the annual payment

in tears before Rafael. “I never cared for his promise of a princely title. It’s just the expenses! I was just trying to make a