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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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VISIT TO THE SHRINE

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: SPRING DAY (JAPANESE VERSION)~ BTS]

Lady Deonisia finally stepped out of her room; her chubby face was now looking a little slim, but her eyes still remained sharp and witty. Her feet stopped in front of the queen dowager's room, without waiting for her presence to be announced; she entered the room. Her eyes scanned to meet Almaria sitting close to her flower pot and lost in space.

"What are you doing?" Deonisia asked in a stern voice.

Almaria turned her head lazily to look at the person who had arrived. Truthfully, she had been thinking since after the court session. She didn't know how to handle the situation at hand.

"The flowers are withering, big sister." Almaria paused, her lips moving to look at the flowers, then she continued, "I don't want to go back to where we came from... what if...?"