Tragedy of a Fallen Country

*This book contains coercive and immoral elements. Reader discretion is advised. “Your Highness is alive because I willed it.” Iris Haley, the daughter of Duke Haley. She brought down the empire for the sake of one person, Crown Prince Jerome. To protect him, she confined him to an annex. To prevent his su*cide attempts, she restrained him completely. But Jerome’s self-destructive rebellion continued, and finally, Iris decided to control him in a different way. “It dulls the mind a bit… but it doesn’t harm the body. That’s good, right?” “Haa… haa…” “This is all your fault, Your Highness.” It was unavoidable. Iris’s only wish was for Jerome to live. * Jerome couldn’t think straight. Trapped inside her hot, tight passage, his lower back ached at the intense pleasure. “Damn you, Iris Haley!” Consumed by lust, fueled by the incense, Jerome glared at Iris, her face contorted as she moved her hips. He pushed her down, pinning her beneath him. “Ahh!” Iris threw her head back, moaning, as he slightly pulled his p*nis out from between her spread legs and thrust back in. Jerome grabbed her chin and turned her head. “Look at me. If you turn away, I’ll kill you.”