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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.

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- Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince
- slow burn love story
- explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter
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"Arrghh!!!" Sophia screamed, accidentally swallowing a large gulp of water.

Ragnar's tongue dove inside her, and Sophia struggled to suppress her cries. Her body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably.

Ragnar gripped her shaking thighs firmly, relishing the feel of her flesh in his hands, showing no mercy.

He was truly ravenous, and Sophia's relentless teasing had driven him to the edge, despite his efforts to hold back.

Sophia was caught in a storm of pleasure, her muscles contracting, her nerves firing off like fireworks.

Unable to scream as she reached her climax, her head still submerged, she could only thrash and writhe in Ragnar's grasp.

Can we always be like this?