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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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BETRAYED LOVE

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: ROLLING DEEP~ ADELE]

Almaria pushed her heavy gown to the side as she tried to step down from the carriage. They had traveled for a long day searching for the people who could defeat the White Lords; she was already exhausted and wanted to give up when the coachman announced that they had arrived.

Almaria noticed discoloration on her skin, and it was due to the harsh weather and bathing conditions she was subjected to during her travel. She couldn't wait to go back to Morado and enjoy her skincare routine. She turned to look at her cousin, who appeared not to be affected by the harsh sun or the rough journey.

"Big sister, have you been here before? This harsh sun doesn't affect you?" Almaria asked, hitting her neck to kill the blood-sucking insect that latched onto her skin.

Deonisia stepped down from the carriage, handing over a pouch containing coins to the coachman; she waved for him to go ahead.