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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

"Oh, I regret marrying a Gamaaloth man. I nearly became a widow on the very day I married you." She exclaimed.

Aiden's smile widened slightly, despite his weakness. "Don't say that," he replied softly. "Our love will endure through everything."

Mariore nodded, her heart heavy with emotion. "Then promise me, Aiden. Promise me you'll fight to live a long life with me," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

Aiden mustered all his strength to nod. "I promise," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "Stop crying. You look ugly when you cry." He teased gently, trying to lighten the mood with his affectionate humor.

Mariore managed a weak smile through her tears, touched by Aiden's attempt to cheer her up.

She squeezed his hand tighter, finding solace in his familiar touch and the comfort of his presence, even in such a weakened state.

Between The Throne Room and Dungeon