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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 heart of the opulent palace, a storm was brewing—a storm of consequences, regrets, and a looming battle for the throne. The third prince, bearing the weight of his actions, stood before his mother, the queen, who was far from pleased. Her eyes seethed with disappointment and anger, a reflection of the gravity of the situation.


"Mother, welcome," the third prince greeted hesitantly, bracing himself for what was to come. The queen's silence spoke volumes, and before he knew it, her hand connected with his cheek in a resounding slap. The shock and pain reverberated through him, an embodiment of the repercussions of his impulsive actions.


"It's joyful for a child to take after his parents," the queen began, her voice heavy with reproach. "The elders' adage says a royal-born child shouldn't  wage war like a commoner. It's a disgrace. You are not my son; how could you be so foolish as to violate a maid and let her live, a threat to you and your throne?"


The third prince, now painfully aware of his folly, stammered, attempting to offer an explanation. "Mother, I am sorry. I thought she was dead. I didn't know the first prince had her in custody."


"You must be a fool for not being smart enough. But it doesn't end there. If a child is wise enough to die in the dry season, then his mother will be wise enough to bury him in the rainy season," the queen said, her disappointment transforming into resolve. "Go and meet your father, ask for forgiveness, and take responsibility as a father. You will marry her."


"What, mother? That cannot be," he protested, unable to fathom the magnitude of the situation.


"This is the best option to secure your chance as the next king," she replied firmly.


"I cannot father a child with a maid," he declared, his frustration evident.


"The elders say, 'What an elder sees while sitting, a youth cannot see even if he climbs the highest mountain,'" the queen said, offering a cryptic adage as she turned to leave, leaving the third prince grappling with the reality of his circumstances.


In the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, far from the royal chambers, Prince Rogba and Akin engaged in an earnest discussion, prompted by the unsettling revelation brought to light by Arẹwa. Their kingdom's origins, shrouded in mystery, were now cast into doubt. They understood the need to unveil the truth behind the enigmatic tribe of beasts that threatened their realm.


"I heard what Arẹwa said I told her to keep the prophecy as secret, and I know it's true. I have long suspected the origins of the beasts. We need to prove who they truly are and eradicate them, for if lies travel for thousands of years, just a day of truth will meet it on the road. The secret of the beast's tribe cannot remain hidden for much longer," Prince Rogba affirmed, his eyes reflecting a steely determination.


"That's why we need to keep it in mind and focus on waging war against them," Akin responded, aligning with the gravity of the situation.


"But how can we make that happen? We don't even know their location," he questioned, acknowledging the complexity of their task.


"The last hunting expedition revealed their location," Prince Rogba declared, his voice imbued with determination.


"But what about uncovering the truth about them?" Akin probed further, emphasizing the need for a deeper understanding.


"Once we conquer them, the truth will be revealed—the truth about them. That's why I need to see your father for an effective plan for the battle," Rogba stated, embracing the weight of the impending decisions.


Chapter 44: Veils of Fate