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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 the quiet of the chambers, a tense silence hung between the Fifth Prince and Sewa. While Sewa meticulously cleaned the house, seemingly unaffected, the Fifth Prince's gaze was fixed on her, a disquiet brewing within him. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Dayinsi and her daughter. The little girl rushed to her mother.


"Oh, daughter... what took so long?" Dayinsi inquired, embracing her daughter.


"Ifafunto gave me some snacks," the cute girl replied.


Dayinsi then turned to Sewa, "I'm trying to make some cake. Will you help?"


"Wait..." She said, helping him adjust his dress. He smiled, but the Fifth Prince was visibly annoyed. Ignoring the tension, they left, prompting the Fifth Prince to decide to spy on them, consumed by jealousy.


"Papa, come play with me," the baby girl called out to the Fifth Prince, diverting his attention. He joined her, though his mind was preoccupied.


"Does Uncle Dayinsi always come here?" he asked his daughter.


"Yeah... he always cuddles me every night," she innocently replied.


"He doesn't need to do that anymore," he thought, struggling with his emotions. He knew he had to maintain his status as both a friend and a prince of the kingdom.


"Papa... come help with these beads," his daughter requested again.


"You don't need those beads anymore. I'll buy ones that suit your status now," he said, looking at the door and wondering what Sewa was doing in a man's room.


"Go and spy on your mom," he told his daughter, and she left. After a few minutes, unable to contain his curiosity, he decided to investigate.


The scene shifted to the king entering the second queen's chamber.


"Wow, it's a pleasure; the king visits me today," the queen greeted.


"You are... you can see what they did to your son," the queen said, assisting the king with his robe.


"I heard he went against the imperial palace law," the king commented as she took off his royal coral beads.


"He is a brave son like you; he faced the beast and saved his brother... he deserves a reward," she said, attempting to seduce the king.


"Yeah... since the first prince denied his birthright..." The king interrupted her, "Is this what you are teaching your children? Hatred, rebellion against each other? You are so confident to speak in front of me," the king said, anger evident. She grew frightened.


"I can clearly see; I'll have you dethroned and sent to the dark, cold castle. You deserve that as a mother. Your son raped a maid, you think you kept as a secret. it's no more secret, yet your son sends assassins to kill his own baby son...is that how ruthless I am?" the king asked, leaving the chamber. After a few meters, Prince Rogba tried to catch up with his father, concerned, "Father... what is wrong? You look upset."


"Double your security around the maid and his son... make sure nothing happens," he ordered. "Okay, father!" Prince Rogba replied.


"How did you know this kind of secret and keep it to yourself? What if the maid or his son were killed, especially his son with royal blood, and you know the consequences?" the king said, visibly angry.


"I'm sorry, father," Prince Rogba said, as the king and his guards left him.


Chapter 42: "Intrigue and Confrontation