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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

"The kingdom is looking perfect and beautiful," Prince Rogba remarked, his eyes fixed on the enchanting view.


"Truly, it'll be a disappointment when the owner realizes he has made a mistake," the third prince responded cryptically, leaving an air of intrigue.


"I didn't make any mistake, bro. Did you think your son would threaten my throne?" Prince Rogba countered, a sharp edge in his voice.


"Your throne?" the third prince inquired, puzzled by his brother's implication.


"Yes, your spy didn't tell you about the second prince. Oh, you don't know, you can't, because he is no ordinary businessman. He's a powerful man with great alliances. When he returns, he'll flex his might," Prince Rogba explained, revealing a deeper layer of the complex dynamics at play.


"Let's see," the third prince responded, abruptly departing. As he left, Prince Rogba's shadow guards emerged from the shadows.


"Where are your men?" Prince Rogba asked one of the guards.


"They are ready for your order," the guard replied, his demeanor unwavering.


"What did you bring?" Prince Rogba inquired, his curiosity piqued.


"The second prince has sent word that the king of Ijebu empire has accepted your hand in alliance," the shadow guard revealed. A sly smile crept across Prince Rogba's face, a testament to the unfolding game of shadows and intrigue.


The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the kingdom into twilight. Secrets and plots, thicker than the darkness, wove their way through the corridors of power. The tale had taken an intriguing turn, a dance of strategy and alliances.


"Heart's Struggle: Warriors of the Enchanted Realm" by Goldenheart001


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Chapter 50: "A Game of Shadows