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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

In a dimly lit chamber within the palace, the first prince and the first princess found themselves in the midst of a hushed conversation. The weight of the words they had overheard from a passing servant hung heavy in the air.


The first prince's expression was a mix of resolve and contemplation. "Did you hear what the servant said?" he asked, his voice low yet tinged with a hint of frustration.


The first princess nodded, her eyes fixed on her brother. "Yes. you deny your birthright… it's a decision that could alter the course of our kingdom's history."


He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not a decision I made lightly. I've witnessed the threat that looms over our land—the beast that has haunted our people for generations. I want to protect our kingdom, to be a guardian rather than a ruler burdened with power."


She studied him, her gaze filled with a mixture of concern and understanding. "But as the firstborn, it's your duty to lead."


He met her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "I understand my duty, sis. But there are different ways to fulfill it. If I can rally our people, lead them in the fight against the beast, and ensure the safety of our land, isn't that a path worth considering?"


The first princess leaned against the window sill, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the stone. "You've always been headstrong, always seeking a different angle."


A wistful smile touched his lips. "Perhaps it's our blood, the same blood that courses through our veins. Our ancestors were warriors who fought valiantly against the odds."


"But they were also leaders, guiding our people through trials," she countered gently.


He turned to face her fully, his gaze locking onto hers. "And isn't that what I'm doing? Taking a path that's less traveled, yet equally important? By protecting our land, I'm leading in my own way."


A silence settled between them, the first prince know no one knew about this except the third prince doing. the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air. The first princess finally nodded, a mixture of pride and concern in her eyes. "Very well, brother. If this is the path you've chosen, then I'll stand by you. But remember, even protectors need allies."


He offered her a grateful smile, his tension easing. "Thank you, sister. I know the challenges that lie ahead, and I won't tread this path alone."


As the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow on their faces, the siblings shared a moment of understanding. Their bond, forged through blood and shared purpose, would guide them as they faced the trials of protecting their kingdom against the ancient beast that had haunted their land for millennia.


After the prince and princess concluded their discussion, a servant entered the dimly lit chamber to remind them of the upcoming feast, which the third prince had called for.


chapter 25 Your denied your birthright