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She was born with a crown, raised in luxury, and known for her fire-bold, reckless, and anything but obedient. Princess Aurelia has never needed anyone to watch over her... until her defiance forces the king's hand.

He is the kingdom's most trusted knight. Loyal, silent, deadly-and now, bound by duty to guard the one person who refuses to be guarded.

He swore an oath to protect her, not love her.
She swore she'd never let him in.

But when shadows rise within the palace walls, and loyalty is tested beyond the blade, the line between duty and desire begins to blur.

He carries a sword at her side, but never a crown on his head.
Because some hearts are not meant to be held-only protected.
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