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Naiari, a bastard daughter who was abandoned by her mother, ignored by her father and tormented by her stepmother the queen and her stepsister. She is a nobody without a title, without any use until her father decides to marry her off.

In a callous move and with the help of magic, Naiari ends up getting married to the crippled king Kael that her sister was promised to.

Naiari discovers that there is more to Kael than his disability, he is powerful, astute and ruthless with anyone that crosses him. Even more than that, she realizes that he is the only one that she feels genuine warmth from and she finds herself falling in love but a deep secret is stopping her from getting swept off in her feelings.

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“Have you come to help me bathe wife.” Kael asked, his voice mocking and Naiari’s cheeks bloomed a rosy red of embarrassment.

“I am sorry your highness but I believe that is a task for your maids.” She said curtly, an unfamiliar tinge of jealousy annoying her as she remembered that the maids got to see him naked.

“Kael.” He said and she looked up at him in confusion.

“Call my name.” He demanded, his eyes hot as they concentrated on her lips as if willing her to open them and speak his name.

Forced To Marry The Crippled Lycan

This was the mage? Kael looked at Marcela's raised face then at Arlo in disbelief. He could never doubt Arlo but he was finding it really hard to believe that the person who had destroyed the forest and possibly created the knife was the face that stared up at him, unbothered and beautiful.

When he had been following Arlo he had been certain that they would stop at Kassandra's cell but to his utter shock they were looking at Marcela who did not look surprised to see them.

To anyone who knew Marcela, they knew her to be a princess who was simply put a vapid woman who was only interested in the lastest fashions, the most expensive jewelry and being allowed to host tea parties in the garden with the daughters of the wealthiest people in the realm and being invited to parties where men could fawn over her beauty.

The Mage