Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1347

Cynthia suggested testing the waters, but Violet immediately shook her head.

“Don’t try it. Pretend you don’t know anything. We leave af dawn, and then we’ll tell Cari and Jacob.”

However, a thought suddenly crossed Bun’s mind. “But can we really leave?”

Cynthia blinked, surprised. “You mean he won’t let us go? He’s going to keep us here? But Prince Hayden said we could leave.”

“Why did Prince Hayden call for Vivi, then? Have you thought about that?” Bun asked.

Violet paced back and forth, feeling a bit uneasy. She had discussed this issue with Carissa before. It clearly wasn’t about asking for help. Could it be a hostage situation?

It didn’t seem like that, either. Instead, it felt more like someone was deliberately trying to reveal a flaw for them

to notice.

“Is it possible that Prince Hayden and Gordon aren’t on the same side?” Violet murmured, recalling the strange dynamics during their stay at Willowbrook Estate. Gordon had been everywhere, yet he never felt quite present. He was always in the background and always unnoticed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small but persistent idea, one she dared not voice aloud: Could Gordon be using a disguise? Could he actually be Nicholas?

“Let’s not talk about it anymore. We’ll sleep on it,” Violet decided.

out loud didn’t feel right–if Gordon’s martial arts were really that advanced, they had no

in together tonight,” Cynthia said, linking her arm with Bun’s while pulling

three of them made their way back to the room. Bun set up his

volunteered, sitting up on the

“If we’re in danger, why not

“Curfew,” Bun replied simply.

alarming

this and nodded.

didn’t retire early. Instead, he stayed in his study, sitting in silence. He had Chaya fetch him a tobacco pipe. Lighting it, he took a slow draw, the

the still air.

with smoke. Chaga hesitated before

glanced at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You never used to let

days left to live

leave, but you refuse. Staying here will only lead to

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lowered her gaze, tidied up the

lavender–scented candle.

and that’s more kindness than I’ve ever known, Your Highness. Even if

leave you with Lady Carissa, She’ll take care of you. If that

She clasped her hands around her waist, where the excess flesh made sitting uncomfortable. “I’ll enjoy

outside the door. The figure had been standing there for quite a