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.

sending people to check multiple times, she was told they still hadn’t gotten up. She could hardly believe it–since when were those two so lazy? Even when there wasn’t a morning court

truly experienced what it meant

dressed in formal clothes–the man exuded

properly complete all the formalities before finally allowing them to

felt it took a toll on her. Even if they were to take their time and slowly

separate ways–Rafael to the Supreme Court,

they needed to

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Chapter 1279

but skin and bones now, his body so thin that even with all the

constantly on edge, asking every day if Salvador would have him executed. He kept insisting he was innocent and had only

for a harsh interrogation. A simple question was enough: “Your

malnourished brain kicked into

that could be confirmed was that the

been Wayne who made contact with him, promising 5,000 silver coins a year to find reliable people

hadn’t bothered to investigate the village himself. It wasn’t like he needed to pay for the grain anyway. Plus, he was getting a villa as well as 5,000

when Yuvan secretly came to Lunvale, Tiberius accidentally ran into him. It was then that he noticed

the annual payment of 5,000 silver

never cared for his promise of a princely title. It’s just the expenses! I was just trying to make a living with those 5,000 silver coins a year. I’m no traitor–I