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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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BOWL OF POISON

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: SEND ME AWAY ~ NASTY C]

Chantal carried the laden excitedly, looking for a good spot to enjoy the meal he received; a special dish made by the princess herself. The honor was something he never imagined he would get in his entire life, especially after receiving a mark on his arm. His heart bubbled with joy as he carried the bowl of soup.

Axilla, now done cleaning the kitchen, closed the door and went to meet Lady Larel, who stood by the side waiting for her to finish cleaning.

"Isn't that the laden Princess Kitanna used to serve the beef soup?" Lady Larel pointed to the side, and Axilla followed her hands' direction.

"It is," she frowned, but when she saw who was carrying it, her lips curled.

Lady Larel furrowed her brows, "I wonder what happened; maybe the White Lord didn't like it." She shrugged her shoulders. But rightfully, even a dog wouldn't like the meal they had concocted earlier.