Thank you for reading on ! We provide free access to all our stories, but maintaining this platform requires ongoing costs. To keep the site running and continue offering free content, we display advertisements. You can close the ads anytime, or upgrade to premium membership ($5/month) for an ad-free reading experience while supporting our mission. You can also earn premium for free by completing simple tasks. We truly appreciate your understanding and support!Enzo pulled away abruptly, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion. "What?!" Elisha pressed her lips softly against his, a gentle kiss that lingered. "Why are you surrendering?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I believed that..." Enzo hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's just that purity in a woman doesn't matter in my kingdom. I am the hereditary prince, and there is no man who exists..." Elisha's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "And yet, you would be dying to continue this?" Despite his desire, Enzo shook his head."We can't continue." "Why?!" she exclaimed, frustration creeping into her tone. "A moment ago, it didn't seem to matter to you." "That's because you..." He trailed off, raking a hand through his hair, his thoughts tangled. "I want it; it's truly my desire, but everything has changed." "I suppose you prefer to be with women who have experience," she replied, a hint of bitterness in her voice. "You are the first woman I've ever..." he started, but the words hung awkwardly in the air. "Our commitment was broken when we were apart. What have you been doing all this time?" she challenged."I don't want to say goodbye," he admitted, his voice softening. Elisha laughed lightly, a sound that felt both freeing and bittersweet. "So we are both inexperienced. I thought you were more active." Enzo chuckled, the tension easing between them. "I believe none of us are truly prepared for this." "Yes, it's fun," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I want to finish this tonight. I want to become a woman, and I will turn you into a man." He covered his face with his hands, overwhelmed by the weight of her words. "For the rest of my days, I'll make you happy.I think the best will be ours." Enzo caressed her cheek, his touch tender. "Give your body to the person who has captured your heart, so you don't have regrets in the future." Elisha took Enzo's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, a gesture filled with deep respect, admiration, and love. It reminded her of why she had fallen for him in the first place, even as uncertainty clouded her mind about what to do next. "I wish you were my friend," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let go of the hereditary princess of the future," he replied, a teasing smile on his lips."I like being the hereditary princess. I don't think I'll leave it all behind to chase after you, but if someone grows tired of being king, they can come to me. I'll be waiting with open arms." "I don't believe it's so simple. There's much to decide," he said, laughter bubbling up again. For a long time, the idea of being king had felt distant, but Elisha had a way of making him laugh, lightening the burden of his worries. "I suppose you have a point," he conceded, starting to gather his clothes, damp with sweat, and began to dress.Elisha adjusted her own attire, her movements graceful as she prepared for what lay ahead. Once he was fully dressed, he turned to her, a playful reverence in his voice. "Until next time, princess." "Next time, Enzo," she replied, a smile lingering on her lips. As Enzo headed toward the door, he paused at the threshold, turning to look at her one last time. She waved goodbye, her hand a gentle farewell as he stepped out of her chamber, the weight of their parting heavy in the air.Meanwhile, Hans sat in the king's workshop, his mind racing with thoughts of Cira, who had been haunting his dreams. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and he drifted into a restless sleep at his desk. Liona approached him, her voice breaking the silence. "Why are we in this place?" "There's something I need," he murmured, still half-asleep. Cira slipped into the palace through a hidden passage, making her way to the workshop. She had come to confront him, but when she saw his sleepy face, something inside her dulled. A voice in her head warned her against what she was about to do."Don't do it," she thought, but the urge to reach out was overwhelming. When Hans opened his eyes, he found Cira standing before him, her gaze fixed and intense. "Cira, is that really you?" he asked, disbelief coloring his tone. She didn't respond, her silence heavy with meaning. Hans knew it was a bad idea to be near her, that he should walk away, but his heart wouldn't let him. It had been aching since the last time they had been together. "Hans," she said, her voice trembling as she reached for him. The warmth of her body and the softness of her skin sent shivers down his spine."Don't touch me," she warned, pulling back. "Your touch will make this body fall apart." "Are you not her?" he pressed, desperation creeping into his voice. "I am both of us," she replied, her eyes darkening. "We coexist in this body until she can take it completely." "Listen to your voice; it seems special to her," he pleaded, stepping closer. "Cira, come back. Fight against her darkness and return to me," he urged, his heart racing. She pushed him away, disgust etched on her features. "Touching you disgusts me." A ball of fire formed in her hand, a warning."Even if it doesn't kill you, it could leave you with nothing." She turned away, walking further from him, leaving Hans feeling lost and desperate. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and caressed her hair, which had grown long and fell like a curtain around her face. "I don't care if you kill me. I want to talk to her one last time. I need to tell her how much I love her before I die." As he spoke, the fire in Cira's hand flickered and disappeared, a single tear escaping down her cheek, marking the turmoil within her heart.noveldrama