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Crown Prince's Knight Is A Girl?!

He was the best knight, best soldier and greatest seducer whose charms work on both men and women alike. Soon he rose upto ranks and started gaining recognition from the royal family. But why is it that the crown prince fumes every time Oliver leaves his side? And why is it that the great Knight never bathes? could it be that his charms had made his highness Gay? But no one knows Oliver had a secret to hide. In the middle of the night when everyone in the dormitory sleeps, Oliver takes slow steps towards the lake and lets her mounds escape from their cage! "for Ophelia, i will serve as a male knight my whole life!" —-------------------------------- Olivia Sal Duvrate, the heir to the throne of the Sonarise empire lost her family, her land and her empire after being betrayed by the man she loved. Holding her last kin, her sister Ophelia, she ran to survive and take revenge. But where could two women survive alone in male dominated society? But to keep both of them safe, she can't be the princess anymore. She dressed up as man and a knight, to protect her and Ophelia's innocence as they continued to walk as a couple in the long journey to find a new home. But why is it that the hidden life she had desired for entangled with the man she should not cross paths with! Where would this new journey take her and for how long would she be able to hide her truth? contact me on.. I_am_creator#2352 if you like my creation, you can also buy me a coffee https://ko-fi.com/iamcreator01/

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Grieving Over Death

The next day… The march started early in the morning by only two thousand men.

Commoner folk in the capital came out on the streets and looked at the passing soldier with fear and trepidation.

The empire had just suffered a loss yet the army was ready and marching. Though all the soldiers were wearing mourning clothes, their ruler was not in the palace grieving over the death of his father but he was standing in the public.

Dressing his armed uniform, he had dismounted on his war horse and guided the army toward the war zone. And beside him, his injured wife whose hand was still bandaged sitting on another war horse, wearing similar armor over her moaning uniform.

She had the cold look of a warrior instead of the benevolent smile of a mother. She met the shoulders of his majesty as they led the soldiers forward.