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Cursed to be bound to her rescuer, Princess Aveline awakens not to a knight but to a violation by the infamous criminal Jasper. Now, her magical dependence forces her to rely on the very man whose actions were fueled by a fairy's vengeful aphrodisiac.
Jasper’s vision swam, the world narrowing to the pale curve of a throat against silk. The fairy’s hex was a fire in his veins, a metallic burn in his mouth, demanding. He hadn’t come here for this—just shelter, maybe loot—but the princess sleeping before him was an oasis in a desert of need. His knuckle-scarred hands, capable of brutal efficiency, trembled as they pushed aside the covers. The part of him that would never take a woman was drowned out by the roaring in his blood, the cursed hunger that saw only her body as the answer.
"Lunge. Kick. Front swish. Right switch. Kick." Jasper's voice rasps. Aveline's chest heaves, panting. She looked like a pretty doll learning how to fight with a knife. "Ouchhh..." She groans, falling onto her face. He sighs. They've been training by the outskirts of the village they're temporarily staying at for over an hour. They travel along, eating and then after a full day of rest, they start traveling. 2 days travel left. The road is bumpy but since they're well healed and strong they're pretty energetic. Especially the princess. She keeps hopping around. Jasper rolls his eyes, biting back smiles on his stupidly handsome face. He never knew he'd like having an acquaintance before.