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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

As Sophia busied herself with coordinating the arrangements, Vicar took the opportunity to provoke Ragnar with his pointed remarks.

"You know, Ragnar, unlike Queen Oda, I am genuinely delighted by Sophia's return. My proposal for an alliance for you and Sophia remains unchanged. If you two agree to align yourselves with Ostrill Kingdom, I am more than prepared to abandon the Cescil kingdom immediately."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "And if you wish to ensure my silence about Sophia's miraculous recovery, I expect both of you in my chambers tonight. Consider it a... gesture of goodwill."

Ragnar narrowed his eyes, the light of amusement absent from his gaze.

"Vicar, you overstep again," he responded coldly, his tone laced with a barely contained edge.

Sophia, catching the tail end of the conversation as she approached, raised an eyebrow quizzically.

The Queen’s Blessing