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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 350 — Hunt.

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Summer became a season I like.

Somehow, the many things that happened ever since it started, I don't really know if I should say they are completely bad but I feel most have been good.

Days have passed since that night at the Summer Festival, and yet, I feel as nice a shyness every time I cross gazes with the Crown Prince these days.

That night, after we fled the parade of dancers, I felt how some kind of complicity was decided between the prince and me. One that continues untold and somehow on edge...

It was a quiet return to the palace… and yet… it felt warm and natural… comfortable even in the nervousness his sole presence meant for our maiden souls.

— I hope tonight is remembered by the lady as a pleasant memory... For it is to remain as such for me… —

'Oh lord...'