Born to Serve Her
by Nina Soelian
⚜️ A steamy romance with an arranged marriage trope and royal ambience…
- Genre
- Steamy
- Chapters
- 46
- Status
- Completed
- Reads
- 293
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Vivien Winthrope, a noble girl who makes a huge decision at eleven years of age. She takes in a feral boy who was starving, named Jasper. It started as an act of compassion, but it does not take long to grow into something deeper. Their bond is intense and has lines that divide them. Vivien never asks for his love as she believes it would be selfish. Jasper would give her anything if she had only asked.
When Jasper finally leaves to become a knight, their connection is severed. There are no letters, and time passes, then devastating news comes that he is gone. But grief is just the start. A king arrives to take Vivien as his bride, pulling her into a future she never predicted. But with Jasper still on her mind and in her heart, Vivien must navigate the tricky road of lost love and regret.
Themes Discussed in Born to Serve Her
👑 Power and class imbalance
🤫 Unspoken love
💔 Regret & loss
⚖️ Free will vs fate
Reasons to Read Born to Serve Her
👩❤️👨 Second chance possibilities
😧 Deep emotional angst
🏰 Fantasy/medieval setting
Meet The Main Characters
👸 Vivien Winthrope
She is a noblewoman who is shaped by responsibility and restraint. She has lots of compassion but is guarded. She hides her desire because of guilt and fear. But she will face regret as she never expressed her true emotions to her love.
🤴 Jasper
He was a feral boy who turned into a knight and was looked after by Vivien when he was at his lowest. He was totally loyal to Vivien. He is quiet, devoted, and intense. He represents a love that is freely given but never fully received.
Who will the lord’s daughter choose? This steamy romance is filled with royal obsession.
Born to Serve Her synopsis
Vivien Winthrope found Jasper when she was eleven years old — half-starved, feral, eating from her family's rubbish heap — and she did what any sensible lord's daughter would absolutely not do: she kept him. Named him. Handed him a life with both hands and never once asked for anything back, because wanting something that badly from someone who had nothing felt like theft. For years, they circled each other at the edges of what was allowed — her, the girl who owned a piece of him she had no right to claim; him, the boy who would have given it freely if she'd only asked. But she didn't ask. And then he left to become a knight, and the letters never came, and then one grey morning a rider arrives with a royal seal and news that unmakes her entirely — Jasper is gone, and she never told him he was hers. Except grief, it turns out, is not the only thing waiting for her in the ruins of what they were. A king is coming to collect his bride. And the past, it seems, is not quite finished with Vivien yet.
Read Born to Serve Her – Chapter 1
[Vivien’s POV]
Five years, three months, and eleven days since Jasper rode out through the eastern gate on a borrowed horse, wearing armor two sizes too large and a look on his face like I was the one sending him to die. I wasn't—that honor belonged to my father.
He decided the starving boy I'd dragged from our rubbish heap at eleven deserved more than serving a lord's household—even one as old and respected as ours. The Winthropes have held these lands six generations. Father has opinions about what constitutes a worthy life beneath our roof.
A real future, he called it. Knighthood, honor, a name Jasper could carry without owing it to anyone. Very noble. I'm sure it's a comfort to everyone except the two people it destroyed.
I've been counting the days since—not on purpose. My mind refuses to stop, the way a wound refuses to close when you keep pressing your fingers into it.
This morning I sit at my vanity dragging a brush through hair that won't behave, and I catch myself angling toward the window. The eastern road. I always look.
He'll ride back someday—mud-splattered, half-starved because the idiot forgets to eat when he's anxious—and he'll look at me the way he always did, like I'm the only solid thing in his world.
I will say something devastating. I will not cry. I will certainly not tell him the thing lodged between my throat and my sternum, pressing against my ribs whenever I breathe.
He once told me at fourteen, dead serious, that he'd get rich and build me a mansion twice this estate's size, with a garden for every day of the week. I laughed so hard I snorted.
Tropes
- Arranged Marriage
- Betrayal
- Royalty
- Royal Obsession
- Forced Proximity
- Virgin girl