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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

Days turned into weeks as the boys diligently watched over the eggs, hoping and praying for them to hatch.

One evening, with the sun setting behind the mountains, a crack suddenly appeared in one of the eggs.

"This one is mine," Arnulp claimed, his eyes wide with excitement as he watched the first egg begin to hatch.

"Then this one is mine," Rast quickly responded, claiming the other egg that began to crack shortly after.

Rastislav and Arnulp held their breath, hardly daring to move. Slowly, the crack widened, and a small, scaly snout emerged.

"It's hatching, Arnulp!" Rastislav exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder and excitement.

Arnulp could hardly contain his joy. "We did it, Rast!"

Arnulp's dragon was the first to fully break free, a tiny creature with shimmering scales that glistened in the fading light.

Are my hands so dirty, My Lord?