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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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CRIME AT DUSK

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: EVENING SKY ~ AILEE]

~ I have now edited the previous chapter. Enjoy your reading time!. \o/

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Back at Morado, the ministers and court officials were summoned to tackle the issue that was disturbing the commoners and tainting the name of the royal family. Few of the ministers who did not support Nix to reign as king had a pleased look on their faces, which they tried so much to hide, but it was still there like a sticker on a new product. One of these ministers was the prime minister, an elderly man whose beard was already covered with gray, and his back a little slanted because of age, yet his wickedness grew younger every morning.

"What do you suggest we do concerning the case that has been happening repeatedly near the well?" Nix threw the question to the ministers, waiting for their answers, not like he expected anything more from them. He already knew their stand before now.