Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1282

That night, Yuvan didn’t sleep at all.

This was never the plan he and Wayne had carefully devised.

Starting a rebellion in a remote province, with no allies in the capital and attempting to storm it head–on how absurdly difficult would that be?

Their original plan had been far more calculated. The idea was to amass an army large enough to begin a slow, deliberate march toward the areas surrounding the capital. There, they would establish a foothold and wait for an opportune moment.

At that point, with Eleanor scheming inside the capital and securing support from several influential families, they would have allies to bolster their position. After all, they had placed many of Henry’s daughters in noble households as concubines to curry favor.

Then, they would choose the perfect time, preferably when a war broke out. When the bandits and refugees caused havoc, Yuvan’s forces would then converge just outside the capital before marching straight in and storming the palace.

But all of that had crumbled because of the incident at Stone Village.

Tiberius had been captured and the suicide soldiers were now in enemy hands, forcing Yuvan’s hand far earlier than planned.

That was why he had hesitated for so long before taking action. The odds of success were far too slim. An uprising in the districts had little hope of shaking the capital.

Although the people knew about it and it sparked some discussion, many thought the so- called uprising and proclamation were just too ridiculous.

For one, the claim that Sandoria was attacking the Southern Frontier was dubious at best. Even if it were true, Sandoria’s ambitions had been a known threat for years. They had attempted comebacks before, so how could anyone pin that on Salvador’s supposed incompetence?

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inept generals–there hadn’t even been a battle yet,

of Ebonflow, one of the most affluent regions in

Who would believe it?

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Waiting to see when Yuvan would

and who knew how many people Yuvan had in his household? The crowds

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had the Hell Monarch–a legendary figure who had driven the Sandorians back before. Could a few

And so,

folk found themselves pondering an

the desire to become king was understandable. Who wouldn’t dream of ruling the kingdom? But the risks were staggering. Why abandon the wealth and stability of being a vassal prince, only to gamble the lives of

might be vengeance for his mother, Ruth.

her final days. Victoria had even shown Ruth exceptional kindness during her lifetime.

gone to his head, blinding him to

he had been overlooked, barely noticed even during Sigmund’s reign. He was the sort of prince most

scratching their heads–many officials

people, throw away his relative safety and privilege? If he truly intended to rebel, why not wait until the court was occupied with a foreign war? Rising up now, at

officials weren’t worried in the slightest. In their minds, Yuvan’s forces would never make it anywhere near the capital. Chester’s troops would crush the rebellion long before that

capital remained undisturbed, filled with music, revelry,