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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

Defy you? No, I have never bowed to you, Oda Pynsia! All my life, I was simply ensuring that the chaos was complete. Do you not see? Now, the prophecy of the Supreme Witch will truly come to pass. You and your throne will fall at the hands of Sophia Mary!

The chaos outside grew with every passing second. Vicar's men stormed through the city, dragging families out of their homes, their terrified screams echoing through the streets.

Without mercy, they doused the people with oil, turning them into unwilling participants in their gruesome strategy.

Unfortunately, the Sophia Mary riding Orgath was not the same woman she once was.

She had transformed into the Supreme Sorceress prophesied in ancient lore. The weight of generational pain and suffering rested upon her shoulders, festering and awaiting the moment of eruption.

It was necessary…