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.

suspicions out loud didn’t feel right–if Gordon’s martial arts were really that advanced, they had

linking her

set up his bedding

keep watch,” Bun volunteered, sitting up on the

turned to him. “If we’re in danger, why not leave

“Curfew,” Bun replied simply.

avoid alarming them,” Violet

considered this and nodded. “Both

sitting in silence. He had Chaya

the still air.

with smoke.

a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You never used to let me smoke so

many days left to live anyway.

but you refuse. Staying here

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her gaze, tidied up the tobacco pipe,

lavender–scented candle.

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.

with pity, his gaze soft. “I could leave you with Lady Carissa, She’ll take care of you. If that doesn’t work, you could always

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

shadows that loomed outside the door. The figure had been