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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

🔞⛔️Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements.

At the peak of their passion, the ominous creak of the dungeon door sliced through the dense air.

Startled, they paused, their gazes locking with a mixture of surprise and wariness, as they braced themselves for the possibility of an unwanted interruption.

However, just moments later, a sudden gust of wind swept through the dungeon, causing the door to swing shut once more.

Sophia and Ragnar looked at each other. Sophia, with her dress tattered at the top and hanging from her slender waist, remained atop Ragnar.

Meanwhile, Ragnar was half-reclining beneath her, propped up on his elbows, completely naked.

In the dimly lit dungeon, their faces were deeply flushed from the fervor of their recent exertions.

Maybe he truly is my husband…