The King Who Couldn't Love

The King Who Couldn't Love

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"Your reasons are none of my concern Misozi" he voices out harshly. His words are like brutal stabs to a wound, a slash mark across the face. forcing me to come back to reality. This is it. My fate is sealed. "As your king, I command you to work for me, to serve me only. Trust me, You wouldn't want to know what I do to those who disobey my orders. They don't call me a ruthless King for nothing." He seethes, his tone laced with venom.... Dingani, a ruthless king of Northern Africa. Misozi a simple maiden and servant in his palace. They have different beliefs and values. How will these two opposites overcome their differences and create the start of something new?
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