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.

people to check multiple times, she was told they still hadn’t gotten up. She could hardly believe it–since

what it

last, she saw them appear hand in hand, both dressed in formal clothes–the

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

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

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

to

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Chapter 1279

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

executed. He kept insisting he was innocent

someone like him, there was no need for a harsh interrogation. A simple question was enough: “Your life depends on

words, Tiberius‘ already malnourished brain kicked into

of unnecessary details, but the one thing that could be confirmed was that the private soldiers were indeed

with him, promising 5,000 silver coins a year to find reliable people to transport grain to Stone

like he needed to pay for the grain anyway. Plus, he

that he noticed Wayne by Yuvan’s side and realized

couldn’t keep 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 of silver. On top of that, he made an even bigger offer–if their plans

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