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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

Kiev's laughter escaped his lips, treating the proposal as if it were a mere jest. However, Kyren's face twisted in response, his irritation evident.

"This is a serious matter, not some satirical play!" the grand duke's voice resonated with a low, intense tone that reverberated through the room.

With a mischievous grin still lingering on his lips, the prince dared to inquire further, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Pray to tell, who among her family would have the honour of engaging in a duel with me? The deceased King of Ardel or her lost at sea, brother?"

"I will!" the grand duke declared resolutely, his determination unwavering.

Kiev's smirk deepened as he retorted, "You're not her family."

"I am her husband!" Kyren shot back, his words carrying a tone of possessiveness.

"Not even close... you're merely someone with a relationship to her, without the formal bonds," Kiev pointed out dismissively.

A Duel With Respect And Honour