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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

With each step, Sophia's heart weighed heavier in her chest, the weight of the lifeless infant in her arms a crushing burden.

The corridor seemed to stretch on endlessly, echoing the hollow ache within her soul.

Every footfall echoed in the silent halls, a somber cadence that matched the rhythm of her grief-stricken heart. Each moment felt like an eternity, filled with the unbearable weight of loss and despair.

As she walked, Sophia's thoughts swirled in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotion.

She couldn't comprehend the cruelty of fate, nor could she fathom the depths of her own anguish. All she knew was the overwhelming sense of emptiness that consumed her.

The journey to the communal bath felt interminable, every passing second stretching into infinity. Yet, Sophia pressed on, driven by a sense of duty and a desperate need for closure.

Her Gaze Vacant and Lifeless