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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

Buildings and debris ignited instantly, turning the already charred remains of the keep into a blazing inferno. The flames roared and crackled, obliterating all traces of the soldiers and the countless innocent lives caught in the crossfire.

The air grew thick with the acrid smell of burning flesh and smoldering ruins, a somber testament to the brutal vengeance unleashed by Orgath's fury.

As the fire roared on, the battlefield was reduced to a hellish landscape of glowing embers and ash, with nothing left but the eerie silence of destruction.

Sophia Mary bowed her head, her eyes cast downward with a cold, unfeeling gaze. The pain she felt was so profound that it had numbed every other sensation within her.

She could no longer feel grief, compassion, or even anger. All that remained was an icy void, a chilling numbness that swept through her entire being.

The Tormented Soul