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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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599 Chs

Chapter 491

"Ah! The other day she did cause harm since she was around…"

"Ah! Yes, she did… scary…"

"Yes, so scary…" — The small fairies said, becoming momentarily severe as they recalled the night Marianne was taken from the Palace.

"… Y-your Highness…" — Not taking away her gaze from the eye above, Marianne's hand searched the prince's, being taken immediately as in his ignorance of what was being conversed, Zeleskiaz remained alert as he saw the Lady steadily grow pale in demeanour. — "P-please… take me back to my chambers…"

"Huh?! What?! So soon, dear Ninth?!"

"… Yes, my lady…" — To the strength of her hand's grasp Zeleskiaz agreed without questioning the decision even if interested to learn what had caused it. Holding her hand dearly while intertwining their fingers, solely requesting for her eyes to meet his, ignorant of the sayings the fairies continued to tell. — "Yet… do look at me…"

"… Yes..."