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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.

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Ragnar tilted his head, his eyes widening in disbelief at Sophia's bold and defiant words. His slightly long, platinum white hair fell from his broad, muscular shoulders, shimmering beautifully.

"Stop fighting me, Ragnar. You are mine. I am your Master," Sophia declared.

With a fierce growl, Ragnar tightened his grip on Sophia's wrists, pinning them firmly above her head. His powerful body loomed over hers, his muscles taut and his eyes burning.

Her words struck a chord deep within Ragnar, stirring something primal and fierce. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, his voice a low rumble.

Have we lived our lives according to the vows we made to each other?