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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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273 Chs

BLUSH COMES IN THE MORNING

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: DANGER ~ H1- KEY]

Note~ One thing about parties, either you embarass someone or embarass yourself. Just know that after a party there's always flushed cheeks and hangover.

The next morning, the birds chirped in harmony, like they were discussing everything that happened in secret the night before.

Axilla felt her head spinning and she groaned in pain. She covered her face with her hands to shield her eyes from the bright light piercing the room. Her head felt like it was about to split in two.

The bed was so cozy and warm, so she snuggled into it, finding comfort in the softness.

"How convenient," Axilla heard an unfamiliar voice say, but she brushed it off, maybe it was one of those dreams where you hear strange people's voice. She thought to herself.

"You know, for a maid, you are too comfortable," the voice persisted, this time nudging her to wake up.