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#completed!!! In her second life, I want Sophia to choose the path she desires and live well and happily," Ragnar said to Adeline, who immediately burst into tears.

"Then... what about you, Your Highness?" Adeline asked.

Ragnar only smiled. “This is enough for me.”

Among the many forms of love, Adeline had to witness the most genuine and sacrificial kind.

That was, letting go.

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What if, in truth, I was the cause of her suffering? What if my actions were the source of her pain? Perhaps it was time for me to let her go. There was nothing to be done. I must bear this burden alone.
— Ragnar Clementine

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And what if I choose these burdens? What if I choose you, every time, no matter how many lives I have?
— Sophia
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#war #kingdombuilding #secondchancelove #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #diplomacy #heartwarming


This is the Sequel of: 
- Undressed by The Half-beast Prince (completed at Chapter 224). Check on my profile.
- can be read as stand alone story.

disclaimer:
- 18+ above, please be wise
- Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince
- slow burn love story
- explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter
- the cover is commissioned

Undressed by the Half-beast King

The book is completed

Are my fears merely selfish reluctance to let Sophia go? It's all I think about every night when I close my eyes.

"Do you, too, harbor the same thoughts, Adeline?"

Adeline's heart raced as Ragnar's penetrating gaze bore into her, his words cutting through the heavy silence like a blade.

She felt a surge of apprehension mingled with empathy, her emotions tangled in a web of internal struggle.

Her hand instinctively went to her burgeoning belly, a physical reminder of the life growing within her, and the impending due date that loomed ever closer.

The weight of Ragnar's question hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, Adeline found herself at a loss for words.

"Are you merely too afraid to voice them?" Ragnar's voice was quiet but insistent, his eyes searching hers for any hint of truth.

You're, too, afraid to let her go