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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

Elis's eyelids gradually fluttered open, revealing her striking blue irises. With great effort, she lifted her head from the plush pillow, only to be struck by a sudden, heavy headache.

Wincing, she gingerly pressed her palm against her temple, willing the throbbing pain to subside. Though the discomfort lingered, Elis forced herself to rise from the bed.

As her gaze swept across the familiar surroundings, Elis realised she was in Kiev's bedchamber.

The closed space was eerily quiet, and she appeared to be alone. Glancing down, she was surprised to find herself properly attired in her nightgown, her hand instinctively clutching the knots at her chest.

Elis strained to recall the previous night's events, but her mind remained frustratingly blank. The last thing she remembered was the Mederian Prince's demand that she strip her clothes before him.

Had she obeyed his order and surrendered herself to him?

A Mederian Descent I