Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1057

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1059

Chapter 1059

her but had failed. When Helen saw Ryan eagerly running toward her, something inside her softened. Her nose

tingled, and she nearly shed a tear. She quickly reached out to embrace him.

“Good boy, you've had it rough.”

Ryan nestled in Helen's arms, waving behind him to signal Carissa to leave. Then, he began to comfort Helen.

“Don’t worry, Your Grace. I'm not upset at all. The king gaveso many gifts! I'll have Mr. York send them here

for you. You can pick out whatever you like, or take it all if you want.”

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Helen's heart, already tender and soft, ached at his words. Tears welled up in her eyes, falling in steady streams.

“We'll go pick them ourselves. When you cback from the academy, we'll go together.”

Carissa quietly stepped out. She didn’t realize that Ryan was so good at comforting others

now.

Rafael had been following them at a distance. When he saw Carissa emerge, he approached her and softly

asked, “Is he alright?”

Carissa looked at his worried expression. Without thinking, she slipped her arm through his. “He seems fine. Let's

go, we'll leave him to spend twith Mother.”

She gently looped her arm through his, the movement natural. To Rafael, this felt different from holding hands-it

was a sign of trust, an unspoken connection that drew her closer to him.

Holding hands, after all, still left a certain distance between them.

“Prince Connor's temperament...” Carissa began slowly, carefully choosing her words. “I didn’t know he was...so

spoiled.”

Rafael hummed; he didn’t seem eager to discuss this, but since Ryan had indeed been wronged today, he

offered an explanation.

“The queen favors him greatly. She’s certain his position as the crown prince is secure, so she dotes on him even

more. As a mother, sometimes it's hard to see your child's faults. Even when she does, she feels it’s not such a

big deal.”

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Carissa had never been a mother and couldn't fully empathize, so she analyzed it rationally. “The king must

know about this, right?”

“I'm not so sure. Even if he does, | doubt it’s much. How often does the king see him? His Majesty is busy with

state affairs and hardly visits the palace. Even when he calls for Connor, it’s only for a few words or to share a

meal. In front of the king, Connor would never act out.”

Carissa hummed thoughtfully, her brows furrowing. A seven-year-old could be playful and

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mischievous, but how could he harbor such malice toward others?

And he was to be the future crown prince, too!