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His Little Princess || MYG || On Going ||

His Little Princess || MYG || On Going ||

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හැමෝටම නපුරු කෝල්ඩ් හැන්ඩ්සම් artist කෙනෙක් කටකාර ටිකක් විතර දඟ ඩොක්ටර් කෙනෙක් ලස්සනම ලස්සන සුරංගනාවියක් වගේ පුංචි කෙල්ලෙක්... කොහොම වෙයිද එයාලගේ කතාව... 😘😘 MYG Taekook Namjin JiHope
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In the mighty Ravena Empire, built upon bloodlines and war cries, two names ruled the whispers of courts and camps alike. Jeon Jungkook, the Crown Prince. The youngest son of Emperor Jeon Jaehyun and Empress Jeon Li Hyuna. A vision born of grace and fire. With shoulder length brown locks cascading like silk, eyes as soft as a doe's but sharper than any blade, and cheeks flushed like rose petals kissed by snow, he was a divine sight. They called him the Goddess Reborn for his ethereal beauty and the celestial calm that surrounded him. But make no mistake. Jungkook was not delicate. Behind that porcelain face was a mind sharpened by politics, music, dance and war. He knew how to smile at nobles and slit a traitor's throat without dirtying his own hands. A dominant soul hidden in heavenly form. And then there was Kim Taehyung The Royal Commander. The King of War. A man born of iron and raised by war itself. Unflinching. Commanding. Cold. A soldier's god, a noble's fear. He never bowed unless it was to the crown or to him. Never smiled unless required, never showed softness-even when his heart ached for a prince far out of reach. He obeyed no man. Except the one who looked like a fallen star and ordered like a god. A prince who commands without raising his voice. A warrior who submits only when love demands. In a kingdom where bloodlines bind and desire is a dangerous game, can a love between steel and silk? •••••••••••••••••••••

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