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I mumble. "Hand me the lance," he growls, and I obey, assisting him in holding the weight of the wood until the flag descends again. Both riders' mounts burst forward, and from Bryce's body language, I can tell he was fucking furious! Mother-fucking Geoffrey has tried to win by cheating, and the Duke was taking none of that shit! 55 Both lances hit their marks. Geoffrey's smashes into Bryce's breastplate, splintering into a million pieces, while

Because of the Duke's excellent performance on the battlefield, he was awarded a title and given a fief that is now known as the 4th largest city that runs the kingdom. He was a man that Francine didn't want to anger. "That was very daunting. Who knew the Duke could be so intense." "He's pretty strict too." Francine turns around upon hearing Evy's voice. She was awestruck when she came face to face with Evy but everything about her was distinctly different. Her hair was a celestial blue instead of her signature silver, her black suit fitted her well, and her stark white mask hides her whole face. Because Evy had always been beautiful no one would question the validity of her being here. She

Not for the first time, he marvels at the similarities he manages to find between this force of nature of a woman, and her daughter, more suited to wildflowers and sunshine than the bitter dust of a warzone the way her mother is. “My sincerest apologies,” he drawls, insouciance dripping deliciously from each and every syllable. It makes the Duchess’s lips press together in a thin, bold red line of displeasure. Without waiting for an invitation, Brandon moves to claim the seat opposite of her, dropping himself into it with unceremonious grace and nonchalance. She gazes back out the courtyard window, nail continuing to clack against the armrest. Tap. “I’m sure you and Duke Percy have already g

Duke Soren spoke with a chuckle even though he was cursing eighteen generation of ancestors of Jack’s “We were too eager to congratulate and didn’t think this through.” “How could that be?” Jack feigned an extremely fearful expression “How would I dare blame the old Duke?” “These are???” Mira interrupted with an aura of impatience, preventing Duke Soren from playing Taichi with Jack. “This is my son, Marquess of Soren and my daughter, Lady Amberton.” Duke Soren introduced his children before introducing their spouses to Jack: “This is the wife of my son, Aveline and my daughter’s husband, the young lord of Amberton.”

Duke Verdens said the report very calmly . " Good good tell me more . What's the next plan ?" Xavier can't contain his vile smile anymore . "We are going to attack the duchy as we planned before , the Duchess Battenburg is the main target this time . " duke Verdens replied as he started organizing the scattered documents . "Then are you going to kill that witch !" Xavier was now getting more and more excited . "No your highness ." Duke Verdens said calmly . "What ? Why ? Kill her now , it's the perfect time !" Xavier stood up angrily .

THE DUKE I’m not too proud to admit that I squealed like a schoolgirl when I saw the blue YZF-R1 parked out the front that matched the keys in my hand. Exactly the same as my Duchess’, just bright blue to her yellow. She'd even added a ‘Duke’ Valkyrie decal that matched the one on my cut. Stickler for the details, my girl. “Shall we go for a ride?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She knew she’d got this bike spot on.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

Boating, which had become the center of attraction, drawing crowds from all over the continent to come and look at that mystery, the mystery was put to rest. Abbas was gravely hurt and had to be escorted back to the Ocean Lord Mansion's camp beneath the water. The ocean lord, who had become Prince's number one enemy because his daughters couldn't do all the tasks he had assigned to them, was furious and at a loss for words to characterize Abass's foolishness. Whom he trusted, he may be the prince's twelfth opponent.

the Duke said, the second word he had spoken since they fled the road. He guided the horse into a stable yard. Inside, the air was warm and thick with the scent of hay and damp leather. Other travellers’ mounts stood quietly in their stalls, coats steaming. The Duke dismounted, Loren noticed he favoured his left side slightly. The ambush had not left him entirely untouched after all. He turned and extended his hand toward her. She regarded the offered assistance with the same expression she might have used while contemplating a snake. Unfortunately, the day had stripped her of several comforts already, and pride was quickly becoming another.

He said back then and Armano chooses to agree with it since he knows that they are not compactible to each other. The Duke's mind wandering off. He thought about his daughter whereabout and her condition too. "She must be arriving on the South Island." He murmured it with a serious expression. "Did she already write a letter for me? Well, I guess, I've to make this matter finished in time." Suddenly, his carriage stopped. Someone knocked the door before open it. Killian, the leader of B team, bowed, "His Highness, we have to take a detour. I've got a report about an assault from bandits."