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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 shadow of an impending storm, General orchestrated the meticulous deployment of the kingdom's armies, adhering to a well-structured strategy. Prince Rogba, a beacon of valor and determination, stood resolute, ready to face the looming danger. Beside him, Ojo, a trusted companion, prepared to showcase his mettle in this dire hour.

"Now is the time to prove your worth and exhibit your strength," Prince Rogba declared, donning his battle armor and unsheathing his sword. He passed another set of armor and a sword to Ojo, a symbolic gesture underlining the gravity of their mission. Swiftly, both warriors made their way to the stables, mounting their steeds in unison. The third prince emerged, fully equipped and unwavering for the trials that lay ahead.

The third prince, eager to join the defense, playfully inquired, "Are you surprised by my presence?"

Prince Rogba, undaunted, responded, "Why should I be? You are a prince, and it is our duty to shield the kingdom from annihilation."

With their determination fueling their spirits, the trio set forth, gallantly leading Prince Rogba's army. Addressing Ojo, Prince Rogba emphasized the importance of vigilance. "You must exercise caution. I trust you, but Ojo will watch your back." He then rallied the troops with a fierce battle cry, "Yiibo! Yiiibo! Yiiiibooo!" The war chant reverberated through the ranks as they marched northward, a united force resonating with the urgency of the impending clash.

Meanwhile, within the secure walls of the palace, a different narrative unfolded, tinged with apprehension and foreboding. Ifafunto, the fifth prince, engaged in a moment of lighthearted banter, recounting a recent encounter with a spirited horse at the stables. However, their fleeting amusement was swiftly eclipsed by the grim tidings of the kingdom under siege.

With unwavering determination etched on his countenance, the fifth prince stood, ready to confront the looming danger head-on. "Where is my horse?" he inquired, resolute and prepared to face the impending threat. His bodyguard directed him to the awaiting steed. Amidst the chaos, he took a moment to bid farewell to his daughter and wife, Sewa.

Sewa, her eyes brimming with tears, clung to her husband, beseeching him, "Promise to return to us." The ache of parting was palpable, the fear of the unknown looming heavily.

"I promise," he assured her, their emotions raw and palpable.

As he rode off into the distance, the reality of the danger ahead weighed heavily on Sewa. Her heart burdened with worry, she embraced their daughter, seeking solace in each other's arms, fervently hoping and praying for the safe return of their beloved prince.

In the backdrop of this emotional departure, urgency gripped the palace. Ifafunto, the devoted sister , addressed his kin, "Come with me," his voice infused with urgency. Meanwhile, a man rushed in, breathless with the urgency of news: "Have you heard? The king's messenger delivered a message that the city is no longer safe for now." With every passing moment, the kingdom teetered on the edge, fate hanging in the balance as the tides of war approached. Each character faced their destiny with a unique blend of courage, fear, and determination, adding layers of complexity to the unfolding saga.

Chapter 55: The Call to Arms