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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

Drystan felt the heat radiating from her skin. In a hurried motion, he shook her gently.

She stirred but didn't fully awaken. The knight briskly patted her cheeks, and soon, Sylvia opened her eyelids, her voice weak.

"My head is pounding, Drystan," she uttered in discomfort.

"That's because you're burning up with a fever! I told you to take off your clothes!" he exclaimed. "This is bad!"

"I'm cold! I can't bear it," she responded weakly, her shivering palpable.

"You must take them off now, or your fever will worsen! How did you catch it so quickly? Weren't you already feeling unwell before?" he asked, his anxiety mounting.

"I just had a slight flu. It wasn't that bad..." Sylvia trailed off.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Drystan's voice rose with frustration. "That's it! Take off your clothes now, or I will!"

"No!" Sylvia shouted, her hands instinctively covering her chest.

The Marquess Impaired Memories