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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

The little girl ran to Sophia, her small arms wrapping around her mother's legs.

"Your Majesty," the healer said, her voice breaking with sorrow, "Lady Adeline... she... she died trying to protect Anara."

"No..." Sophia whispered, her heart sinking.

The room seemed to close in around her, filled with the echoes of loss and the scent of despair.

The healer continued, her sobs punctuating her words. "Lady Helvis fought bravely to protect Prince Emrys, Your Majesty. Alas she failde, and... she was gravely injured. We don't know if she'll make it."

Sophia's eyes filled with tears as she held Anara closer. She looked around the room at the faces of the other healers, all marked with grief and exhaustion. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

Anara clung to her, her cries slowly subsiding into quiet sobs.

But my place is with my people