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"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

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" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

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After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

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" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

The second queen expressed her happiness to her son. "My son, your bravery in saving your brother has become well-known throughout the kingdom," she said with pride. The third prince raised a question. "Mother, do you doubt me?"


The queen reassured him. "No, my son, I trust you. Now that your courage is acknowledged, it's time to establish a strong connection with the general and his son. Have you considered the possibility of marrying his daughter?" she suggested.


However, the third prince had concerns. "But remember, the first prince still holds influence with the Ida's clan and has powerful allies by his side," he reminded his mother.


The queen offered a strategic solution. "What if we spread rumors that the prince has denied his birthright? This could sway the advisory council to support you," she proposed, a smile on her face.


"Good idea, Mom. I'm thinking of organizing a grand feast for the princes and princesses. I have a plan in mind," the third prince shared before adorning his royal coral beads and exiting the room.


"Well done, my son, the descendant of the great king of the silver throne," the queen praised her son's ambitions. Just then, the fourth prince entered the room and questioned his mother's intentions.


"You should support your brother. Once he becomes king, he'll take care of you and your sisters," the queen advised the fourth prince.


"After swearing our loyalty to the Ojumọ Kingdom, they still invaded us... hahaha," he cried until his tears ran dry.


His friend retrieved his sword and returned it to him. "Let's fight alongside each other and build a kingdom that no one can conquer," his friend encouraged him. They united their forces, occupied the Ojumọ Kingdom, and seized the throne after several years. Ògúngbádé was crowned king, and he bestowed upon his friend a noble title, naming him Ekun. They expanded their kingdom's territory with a formidable military and enjoyed happiness with their families.


However, fate took a turn. One fateful night, their realm was attacked by spirits and goblins. "Spirits and goblins?" Ekun was taken aback by the assault. The evil entities proved overwhelming, and despite their efforts, the creatures overpowered their armies. In a desperate turn of events, the king and Ekun joined the battle.


Gradually, the tide shifted. Ògúngbádé and his forces gained the upper hand. The evil spirits and goblins found it difficult to comprehend that they were unable to stand against ògúngbádé's might. Who was this man? How was he so extraordinarily strong? Weren't they dealing with a mere human?


Ògúngbádé continued to fight valiantly, and the battle's outcome fluctuated. The tide shifted once more, as they advanced toward the top of the gate, a relentless force. With his comrades fallen, ògúngbádé and his friend remained among the few left standing.


chapter 22 the beginning of the treason