Undressed by the Half-beast King
#completed!!! In her second life, I want Sophia to choose the path she desires and live well and happily," Ragnar said to Adeline, who immediately burst into tears. "Then... what about you, Your Highness?" Adeline asked. Ragnar only smiled. “This is enough for me.” Among the many forms of love, Adeline had to witness the most genuine and sacrificial kind. That was, letting go. ~~~ What if, in truth, I was the cause of her suffering? What if my actions were the source of her pain? Perhaps it was time for me to let her go. There was nothing to be done. I must bear this burden alone. — Ragnar Clementine ~~~ And what if I choose these burdens? What if I choose you, every time, no matter how many lives I have? — Sophia ~~~ #war #kingdombuilding #secondchancelove #politics #multiplecouple #mutant #diplomacy #heartwarming This is the Sequel of: - Undressed by The Half-beast Prince (completed at Chapter 224). Check on my profile. - can be read as stand alone story. disclaimer: - 18+ above, please be wise - Previous story: Undressed by the Half-beast Prince - slow burn love story - explicit content will be cautioned at the begginingbof chapter - the cover is commissioned
Are you going to let Orgath die in vain, then?
"He hasn't touched a thing," remarked one of the attendants, eyeing the untouched food in Orgath's presence.
"I've never seen him like this," replied another, shaking his head sadly. "He just stares into space, as if waiting for Arnulp to return."
Inside the room, Orgath stood with a heavy heart, his chains clinking softly as he shifted restlessly. His once vibrant eyes now held a dull, distant gaze, reflecting the deep loss he felt.
"He's not himself," observed a stablehand, cautiously approaching Orgath with a tray of fresh meat. "Come on, boy, you've got to eat something."
Orgath snorted in response, turning away from the food without a hint of interest.
"He's angry," muttered the stablehand, stepping back cautiously. "Never seen him like this before."
Despite their efforts to comfort and care for him, Orgath remained stubbornly withdrawn, mourning silently for the rider who would never return.