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.

that advanced, they had no idea

her arm with Bun’s while pulling Violet in. “Just

set up his bedding

Bun volunteered, sitting up on the

“If we’re

“Curfew,” Bun replied simply.

alarming them,”

and nodded. “Both reasons

in silence. He had Chaya fetch him a tobacco pipe. Lighting it, he took a slow draw, the

the still air.

puffed on it, the room quickly filled with smoke. Chaga hesitated before

amusement in his

said, “We don’t have many days left to live anyway. Might

“I’ve told you to leave, but you refuse. Staying

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tidied up

lavender–scented candle.

would I go if I left? No one has ever cared for me in his life. You treat me like a granddaughter, and that’s more kindness than I’ve ever known, Your Highness. Even if I end up in

soft. “I could leave you with Lady Carissa, She’ll

won’t go anywhere,” Chaya replied, sitting down with a grunt. She clasped her hands around her waist, where the excess flesh made sitting uncomfortable. “I’ll enjoy whatever little comfort I can while I’m here. Tomorrow’s troubles can wait, or maybe they won’t be worth thinking about

door. The figure had