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#completed!!! 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

The book is completed

Memories tugged at Rast's heart as he navigated the treacherous terrain, each step a blend of anticipation and fear. The path was rugged and steep, but he pressed on, driven by determination.

At the cliff's edge, Rast peered down and saw Orgath's massive head jutting out from a ledge, the ground below obscured by swirling white clouds.

Ragnar's warning echoed in his mind: "Arnulp is dangerous. Don't confront him alone, Rast. Wait for me."

But Rast couldn't wait. He needed to discover the truth himself, to confront Arnulp and hear his side of the story.

"If the executioner's troops find Arnulp first," Rast thought, "they'll kill him on the spot."

The urgency weighed heavily on him as he entered the cave, the darkness closing in around him.

His footsteps echoed against the stone walls. He gripped his sword tightly, ready for whatever awaited him in the shadows.

A sense of injustice burned in Rast's chest.

Why should so many suffer and die for their interests?