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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.

Pluma_W143 · ย้อนยุค
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A FAULT IN THE RITUAL

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: MIRACLES IN DECEMBER CLASSICAL ORCHESTRA VERSION~ EXO]

Note ~ please read the notes on the comment session. Thank you.

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The next day finally arrived for the ritual. Khelan, who had not stepped out of his room since after the court session, was now being dressed by his maids. He wouldn't lie if he said the news going around about his birth did not affect him. He couldn't believe he was not truly the son of the former king, and it made him feel small and angry.

Back in the days, he was not concerned about the throne. He wanted to live outside the palace, thinking now that it was maybe because royal blood did not course through his veins that made him hate his origin. Khelan gritted his teeth as he was being dressed; he would prove to everyone, especially Kitanna, that he was capable of handling the throne. He won't let his origin define him. Khelan made a mental motivation.