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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.

Pluma_W143 · Histoire
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FALCON'S MESSAGE

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: YESTERDAY ~ ALAN WALKER FEAT ALI GATIE] 

....Earlier...

Kitanna looked closely at the small room she was trapped in; it was not easy for her to move freely, but her eyes caught something sharp at the other end of the room. It was the missing doorknob, which Kitanna assumed her abductor must have disconnected from the door so she wouldn't be able to escape.

She carefully rolled herself so that her hands were now very close to the wall, then she started rubbing it roughly, trying to untie the rope. Each rub caused harsh friction on her wrists, making her wince.

"Urgh!" Kitanna cursed under her breath as she felt her skin cracking open with each rub. If only she could get closer to the sharp doorknob. She looked around; if she continued with this pattern of rubbing her hands on the wall, it would cause her a lot of pain and a scar that wouldn't heal easily. And she didn't know how long she had before anyone who kept her comes back.