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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 · Fantaisie
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Chapter 274

Behind them, Vitor enhanced his aura, gradually as his Teacher had instructed. And feeling its polite pressure Zeleskiaz glanced behind to also peek at that one before them that threatened with constrained rage in his golden eyes. 

He took notice just like he did back at the Bal. Hence, the Prince arrogantly continued to speak after the delectable pause from watching the Lady answer her parent went cold between the men on guard. 

"I ought to say it is saddening that it has come to this… I am sure the Lady will be missed greatly in our Palace's corridors." — Watching her softly, Zeleskiaz said so everyone could hear. Yet dedicating the sweetness in his voice solely to the Lady.

"I am sure they will. How kind of you to say. Your Highness." — Malhumored, Orland's brow twitched at the shameless flirting of the Crown Prince towards his daughter. Lightly bringing her closer so her hand would slide away from the Prince's grasp.