Summary
Ten years later, he appeared before Ronée again, having become a king. “Thank you for loving me. But…” You, a king, and / cannot be together. Ronée made up her mind to give him a realistic answer. He whispered quietly to her, his eyes flashing dangerously. “We still can't be together?” * A very young and feeble child became the ruler of a continent; his soft and frail hands had become the strong and rough hands of a man. The king, Nabel, slowly moved on top of Ronée and wound himself around her like a vine. “Where did you learn a thing like this?”
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