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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

"Tell him that the heart of thunder has been heard, and the sound of clouds shouting—the rain will soon weep," her sister conveyed, leaving Arẹwa both intrigued and resolute.


In the embrace of nature, Prince Rogba stood, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at the beauty around him. Meanwhile, Arẹwa approached stealthily, her footsteps gentle, her intentions playful. In an unexpected move, she swiftly grabbed him, surprising him.


"You're not scared?" she asked with a hint of disappointment, her playful demeanor taking center stage. "You've forgotten I can sense you from far, and I am a warrior," he replied, revealing a sense of knowing.


"You should pretend to be scared," she suggested, seeking to recreate the element of surprise. "Okay, I'll pretend... do it again," he agreed with a playful smile.


"Hi yah!" she exclaimed, seizing him suddenly, and he feigned fear, playing along. "Are you happy now?" he asked, a grin adorning his face, eager to bring joy to her.


"Your happiness is what I wish for always," he affirmed, smiling as he enveloped her in a tight embrace. They stood in a beautiful garden they had cultivated together, a testament to their love and dedication.


"It's beautiful," she remarked, her eyes reflecting the splendor of the garden. "There's nothing more beautiful in my eyes than your smile. Your love in my heart is limitless. In my dreams, I see nothing but you," he confessed, pouring out his heart.


"You know, when I wake up in the morning, I always wish to be in your arms. When I look in the mirror, I always see you. You are my heart's desire," she shared, her words laced with a profound connection. Their love was a tapestry of emotions, each thread woven with care and passion.


Their lips met in a tender yet intense kiss, a dance of longing and love. The depth of their emotions was palpable, resonating in the air. Their kisses held a hunger, a craving for each other that words could not capture. The romantic and emotional exchange left them both breathless, lost in the whirlwind of their affections.


"I can't wait to mother your children," she confessed, her love pouring into the space between them. "And our children will be great rulers of many kingdoms. I have something for you, my love," he whispered, presenting a handcrafted bead.


"I crafted it for our love," he explained, his eyes filled with sincerity and love. "Beautiful... wear it on me," she requested, her heart brimming with gratitude and love. They both adorned the beads, a symbol of their love and the journey they had embarked upon together.


In the presence of the love they shared, the world seemed to fade into the background, and all that remained was the beauty of their togetherness—their love's eternal dance.


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Chapter 53: "Love's Eternal Dance"