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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

At the evening sun's gentle touch, a maid approached the first prince and the first princess, bearing news of a feast summoned by the second prince. Obliging the invitation, they made their way to the grand hall, their presence commanding respect from those in attendance.

The third prince, draped in opulent attire, welcomed them with a calculated smile. He exchanged pleasantries with the first prince, but beneath the façade lurked an air of tension. As the feast progressed, the third prince seized a moment to engage in a conversation that seemed innocuous, yet held an underlying venom.

"You know, dear brother," the third prince began, his tone smooth and calculated, "the way you've chosen to deny your birthright, it's almost poetic. It's as though a beast defeated you, and you surrendered your throne for the sake of a lady."

The first prince's gaze hardened, his expression unyielding. "My choices are mine to make, and they hold more honor than you may ever understand."

With a mocking chuckle, the third prince continued, "Ah, but have you ever wondered about the stories that echo through these halls? Stories of sacrifice and secrets, of those who stand taller after their fall?"

The first prince's eyes narrowed, catching a faint glint of mischief in his brother's gaze. "What are you getting at?"

The first prince leaned closer, his voice a whisper that carried a calculated hint of scandal. "Do you know the tale of the maid who was violated and saved by a savior in the form of a prince? A maid who now carries a royal child, a secret hidden in plain sight."

The third prince's fists clenched, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You dare speak of such matters in the presence of our kin?"

As if on cue, the first princess intervened, her voice firm and unwavering. "Enough of these veiled insinuations. We gather here as royalty, bound by duty and honor."

But the first prince was unrelenting. "I think the story is an interesting story 'Did you know the story?' the first prince ask all other princes and princess, hoping for a morsel of truth."

With that, the third prince lunged at the first prince, his frustration boiling over. However, before he could strike, a guard swiftly intervened, his trained instincts honed to protect the royal family.

The guard's firm grip subdued the third prince, as he struggled against the restraint. The tension in the hall escalated, a silent reminder of the breach in decorum. The third prince's actions violated the palace's sacred rules and regulations governing royal relationships, and the consequences were clear.

Amidst the chaos, the first prince's voice resonated with authority. "This is not the path of our lineage. We stand united by bonds of blood and duty. Let this be a reminder to all that the sanctity of our roles must never be tainted by base desires."

As he was about to be escorted away,

" you bring disgrace upon we princes, " because of the dying Ida's clan heiress. You've denied your birthright, but your rejection is my approval." he declared vehemently, addressing Prince Rogba as he exited the hall on his way to the stables to saddle his horse. "Your rejection is my endorsement."

"It will never come to pass...we still have a second prince!" the first princess exclaimed, her voice finally rising to be heard.

"Hahaha...he will never return... because he has perished," the third prince sneered, the guards forcibly restraining him as his laughter took on a sinister tone.

"This is another transgression...he should be held accountable for it," the first princess protested.

"I will ensure you are penalized for wishing your brother's demise," she retorted, following the guard closely, only to be held back by the fourth prince.

"Don't!" the fourth prince commanded firmly.

"How dare you lay a hand on me?" she hissed indignantly.

chapter 26 Feast