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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

Ragnar, I love everything about you. I love the warm and sharp scent of your body. Your deep, rough laughter. I would fall in love with you over and over again, even if I lost my memory a thousand times.

Rast's eyes scanning the area for any signs of his friend, Arnulp. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the forest floor. His dragon, Sopheor, landed, her scales shimmering in the fading light.

Rast dismounted and began to examine the ground, looking for any clues. He soon found evidence of a recent camp.

The ashes of a fire pit, faint but still warm, indicated that someone had been there not long ago. Sopheor lowered her head, sniffing the air and the ground around the campsite.

Rast knelt beside the fire pit, running his fingers through the ashes.

"These are still warm," he muttered to himself. He looked at Sopheor, who was still sniffing the air intently.

The Human Trial