The Dog That Guards Its Master's Grave

“I came to reclaim the bride who was stolen from me. Though regrettably, that bride—my wife—betrayed me.”
There is a strange rumor surrounding Yvette Clovis, the sole princess of the Grand Duchy of Conrad.
An unnamed royal guard of sl*ve origins, a man of terrifying skill, is said to remain constantly at her side.
Like a dog that follows its master everywhere.
Just what secret is he hiding?
Beautiful and innocent as a flower, Yvette finds herself helplessly drawn to Theo, a sl*ve who appears before her one day without warning.
Theo, a former sl*ve and royal guard who has lost his memories.
Yvette, the Grand Duke’s daughter, faced with the threat of a political marriage.
But then Theo’s forgotten memories return.
And when his true identity, long concealed behind a veil, is revealed, the entire grand duchy is thrown into turmoil….
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She had never forgotten him.
Not even once.
‘You…’
‘How are you standing before me?’
Tears spilled from Yvette’s trembling eyes.
When her relentless sobbing finally subsided, the man in the long frock coat leisurely unfolded his arms.
He reached out with a white-gloved hand and slowly lifted Yvette’s chin.
Yvette felt as though a blood-soaked cry might burst from her throat.
She did not even have the strength to wipe away the hot tears streaming down her face.
“Your Highness, what shall we do with the Queen of Vendels?”
“She is a spoil of war. We will take her to Cornwell.”
Those icy blue eyes turned away from Yvette.
Damon Scarsdale, Crown Prince of Cornwell.
‘That’s right, Yvette. Your Theo has returned.’
‘Your one and only sl*ve, who obeyed your every command like a dog.’