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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

The noble lord paced back and forth, his expression dark and brooding. Every aspect of his demeanour radiated wariness and anger.

"Would you please sit down? I've already summoned them. They should be here any moment," King Kyden said, exasperated by the man's anxiousness.

The lord's persistent demands had been tormenting the king for days, rattling on about the tragedy that had befallen his men.

"How could I, Your Majesty? This is a grave matter! The lives of my men have been jeopardised, and my safety in this kingdom is at stake!" the lord spat, his frustration boiling over.

With such a dire occurrence at hand, he couldn't sit still or lay back. Perhaps the word 'dire' wasn't strong enough to describe the gravity of the situation.

What had happened was beyond horrible, and knowing that 'they' were the perpetrators left him horrified. How could anyone with a right mind commit such acts? It was madness personified!

Meeting With The Count