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Intro. In the heart of a kingdom where blood decided the value of men, Aren Blackthorne should have been nothing. A disowned bastard son, a child raised in fear and shadow, he had grown up nameless, without tenderness, with only indomitable strength and unfailing loyalty to the young prince he had sworn to protect. At the age of thirty-five, he became the most feared of the dukes of the new nobility, loved by the people and feared by the old families, he carried within him the brutality of the battlefield and a sense of honour purer than that of the great lines. It was said that no blade could make him bend — but no one knew that black still haunted him. Until the evening of the great ball, when a scream broke the music and changed his fate, forever linking the name of Aren Blackthorne to that of Lady Adelaide Ashford.

Duc Aren Blackthorne

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