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IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna

To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything!
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When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector.

Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. 

Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. 

Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. 

But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night."

Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman."
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Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and became celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities.

Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. 

For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. 

Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her.

Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

The Grand Duke's Soulmate

"Oh my goodness! My lady, your hand is bleeding!" Rania exclaimed, her voice cutting through the conversation and demanding immediate attention.

Meredith turned towards her personal maid, her eyes widening in surprise. She glanced down at her hand, where a visible scratch marred her wrist, blood oozing from the wound.

A sense of panic washed over the noble lady's face, draining the colour from her cheeks. She teetered precariously, her body threatening to succumb to unconsciousness at the distressing sight.

Anna and Rania quickly held her arms, instinctively supporting her to prevent any further harm.

"I believe it would be best for you to sit down," the princess suggested, scanning their surroundings for a suitable spot.

Her gaze landed on a bench thoughtfully placed at the walkway's edge, beckoning them to seek solace.

"Let's sit over there," she suggested, subtly nodding towards the bench.

A Chatter Between Two Ladies