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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

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Chapter 418

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Forcibly calm, his fidgety hand was the only one that moved, fixing an already cleanly closed button while what he already suspected was confirmed straightforwardly by Zeleskiaz.

Clemente's soft brown hues wavered for a moment at the little precaution the crown prince had while staring so lovingly at the chosen, promised to the Empire. Feeling as uncomfortable as he did the moment a limit was placed on actions… ones he had deemed as natural for one he thought of as pleasant… Annoyed greatly by it, so that even his controlled expressions had trouble remaining unfazed.

'Capricious and judges what he wishes… What a disgrace to the throne.' — The young nobleman thought to himself as his gaze turned from the man and lady's figures. Turning also on his feet to suddenly meet the mother who had approached him without him noticing. — "!..… Dear Mother, I did not notice your presence. My apologies."