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Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: LET ME OUT ~ JONGHYUN ]

Left inside the room, Almaria didn't have the nerve to ask Kitanna to stop. After all, Khelan had done a great job in turning them into a big joke with his foolish statement. She just sat there with her hands holding up her head, which was bent down.

Bareea still sat in her position without moving; she hadn't heard about the rumour, but with the little discussion during the meeting, she was able to pick up something. The problem was who to ask the exact details of the rumour; obviously, everyone was in a foul mood. Bareea looked at Khelan, then back at the queen dowager. As if feeling the tension inside the room, little Labre started crying. This startled the three other persons inside the room. Bareea tried to console the child, but it was not working; she didn't need to look up; she could feel the angry gazes on her. Without being told twice, Bareea carried the baby and left the room.