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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

"He's lost so much blood," whispered one healer, her brow furrowed with concern as she worked tirelessly to staunch the bleeding from Rast's wounds.

She applied pressure with practiced hands, her movements swift and sure despite the gravity of the situation. "We must stabilize him quickly."

Another healer with wise eyes and a steady demeanor, bent over Rast's still form. His fingers glowed faintly with a soft blue light as he conducted a diagnostic spell, probing gently to assess the damage to Rast's internal organs. Her expression grew somber as he concluded her examination, exchanging a grave look with her colleagues.

Despite their expertise and dedication, the healers faced an uphill battle.

Rast's injuries were severe and extensive, with many of his internal organs having suffered irreparable damage.

Rast lay on the precipice between life and death, his breaths shallow and labored.

The Bond