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"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

Thank you for choosing to endure the long pain and not giving up. You deserve to be our queen, Your Majesty Queen Sophia. Thank you for coming back to us.

Sophia reached out to caress Helvis's head gently, attempting to grasp onto the residual emotions lingering despite her inability to recall the words spoken by her healer sisters, her beautiful siblings in both appearance and demeanor.

They were descendants of half-elf genetic lineage, and through the generational burden of pain, they grew stronger in each other's grasp.

"But why do you forget that you fell in love with His Majesty the King?" Helvis added in a whisper.

Her words hung in the air, carrying with them a weight of unspoken truths and forgotten memories. Sophia's brows furrowed as she struggled to reconcile the conflicting fragments of her identity, the pieces of her past scattered amidst the haze of amnesia.

The Forgotten Wedding