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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

"Whaoh, what a tragic existence. I've heard you have no heir to carry forth your legacy," the head of Ida's clan cruelly taunted the Archduke, who clenched his fists, battling the urge to retaliate. "This is just the beginning!" the Archduke declared with a fierce determination, even as the guards forcibly escorted him away, leaving behind a tumultuous air of unresolved confrontation.


"Permit me entry," the third prince's voice commanded with a hint of desperation. "The king's orders were clear: no one is to enter," replied the guards, their resolve unwavering.


"Do you even know who I am?" he questioned, a hint of desperation seeping into his tone.


"Allow him to enter," the king's voice finally broke through the standoff.


He stepped into the room, where the king lay on his bed, worn down and burdened. A solitary wave signaled for everyone to leave, shrouding the room in an unsettling quiet.


"There is no insignificance in a lion, just as an elephant is not to be underestimated. If we claim to see an elephant, then we have seen it. It grieves me that your offspring didn't inherit your nobility—a royal child tarnished, sullying the Silver Throne. Who are you?" the king spoke, frustration lacing his words.


"I am the son of a lion, offspring of the mighty mountain, and heir to the Silver Throne," the third prince responded, his voice tinged with fear. The king studied him, disappointment etched across his face.


"You shouldn't be here, for I doubted my capacity to forgive you," the king asserted.


The third prince fell to his knees, desperately clutching the king's leg. "The great lion, father of all, forgive me. I am deeply remorseful for my transgressions. None of it was intentional; it was a grievous mistake," he implored. "A mistake, to assault a maid and order your son's death?" the king pressed, a bitter sting in his words. Trembling with fear, the third prince struggled to respond. "Forgive me, Father. I repent deeply. I swear it will never happen again. I am prepared to face the consequences, to bear the weight of my responsibilities," he stammered.


"You believe you can bear it? Should anything go awry thereafter, I shall hold you accountable. Embrace this newfound fatherhood and ready yourself," the king warned, helping him stand.


"Son, look into my eyes. You are the great son of a lion. I love all my sons equally, provided you are ready to obey and shoulder your responsibilities," the king whispered, his embrace tinged with both love and trepidation.


In this room, beneath a heavy cloak of destiny, a profound transformation was set into motion. The third prince's acceptance of his duty marked a turning point, where the weight of the past bore down on them both. A palpable tension hung in the air as they stood embraced, this might be his opportunity to gain his father trust.


Chapter 47: "I'll take my responsibility"