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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 473 — Let us Talk… Love.

With little energy, the Crown Prince was allowed to vacate the Emperor's stances, leaving his father with bothered sensation as he never shared any detail with others about the Lady and himself, going back to the Burgundy Calla's Chambers to wait for an opportunity… that would not come as fast as he hoped for.

"Let the physicians do their job first… If she's awake once they finish, then do visit her. But she's weak right now… we should avoid anything that can force her energy unnecessarily…"

"Nonetheless… Was she alright? If you permit… May I ask what did my Lady say?"

"… Too many things, Zeleskiaz… but for now, she requested from me and you to keep her sound a secret…" — Feeling sorry for the down mood his request placed on the Prince, Orland's hand fell on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him in the kindness that allowed it. — "Can you continue to help us with that?"

"I understand… it does seem appropriate…"