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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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273 Chs

SAD STORY OF MOTHER HEN

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: ROUND AND ROUND ~ HEIZE]

Venantius gazed at the girl now lying unconscious in the carriage, her face flushed with a light pink as she had struggled for her freedom. The man smirked.

"My son made the right choice; she's a tough one," he remarked casually, staring out of the carriage window.

Dominique, seated outside with the coachman, opened the inner window and addressed the supreme king in a low voice, "Supreme King, are we proceeding directly to Badukeh?"

Venantius tapped his finger mindlessly on the chair, "We should, but first, there is someone I must meet. I should greet Hash and recount the sad tale of Mother Hen," the man grinned.

Dominique furrowed his brow, unable to discern the man's intentions. He directed the coachman to head towards the merchants' inn.