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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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Chapter 262

Following behind them, the Duke's other child joined the reverence and walked along with her family and guards.

The three remaining Sylfinier left the Main Palace together, with Marianne and her Father heading the prominent march.

Graciously, the Ninth paced through the majestic entrance to the Palace as many knights bowed in respectful farewell to the significant Guest leaving the Royal grounds.

She was in high spirits. Happy for the events that had transcurred throughout the day, as nothing of bad taste had emerged to ruin such mood.

Nevertheless, within her high spirits, ponder was inundating the Lady's mind... as no sight of one she thought would oversee her departure from beginning to end could be found.

'... Even when I arrived, he wasn't there to welcome me... Maybe it's his thing to do this...' — Excusing it to forbid her mood to whither, she inwardly smiled resigning to not see the man.