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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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Undressed by the Half-beast King

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Your love, it's larger than the confines of your will, more expansive than the barriers you try to set around it. It's too vast, Ragnar, too powerful to be concealed or contained. No matter how hard you try, it spills over, touching everything around you, including me. It's an immense, overwhelming force, Your Majesty, and it's beautiful to witness how it refuses to be hidden away.

"Release my hands. Let me go. Please. I need to touch you back, please…,"

Ragnar, sensing the intensity of her need and the depth of her passion, considered her request. His eyes, dark with desire, scanned her face, reading the earnest plea written in her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.

I can’t… he’s too…