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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

"Reeve, stay with us," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You must fight this. I need you. We need you."

Her grip on Reeve tightened, her fingers digging into his skin almost instinctively, as if trying to anchor him to the present moment amidst the swirling currents of magic and ancient runes.

Reeve's body responded to her touch, his breathing becoming more erratic as he struggled to maintain control.

His eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting Lady Shi's gaze with a mixture of confusion and determination.

Shi's eyes widened in both awe and concern as she witnessed this unexpected turn of events.

The air crackled with a palpable tension as the energy continued to surge within Reeve, his body seemingly struggling to contain the powerful forces at play.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and his muscles tensed involuntarily in response to the overwhelming sensation coursing through him.

The Queen’s Antidote