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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

All those things are part of your nature. You act without thinking long because you're always driven by that purpose. And I may never be able to change you as I've asked. And that's why I've been so afraid and tried to keep you far away from anything dangerous.

The chambers were bathed in the soft, silvery glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.

The night was quiet, but within Sophia's mind, a storm raged.

She thrashed in her sleep, her dreams haunted by fragmented memories and dark premonitions.

In her dreams, she saw herself standing amidst the ruins of Cescil Kingdom, flames licking the sky, and cries of the innocent echoing around her.

Faces of people she did not recognize were twisted in agony, their pain a direct result of her actions.

She was both a destroyer and a victim, her hands stained with blood. The eyes of the survivors looked at her with terror and accusation.

It felt so real. It’s real, Ragnar.