Azur Lane Duke Of York Novels & Stories

"He's the military captain from Birkham, Nash York!" "The Third Prince is actually Nash York!!"

“I’m ready.” She presented them to me individually. Tall, handsome, muscular — each of them tried to impress. I smiled and nodded, and asked the right questions. But none of them stirred anything in me. Until I met the Duke. He stood tall, with shining grey eyes and a friendly demeanor. His name was Duke Alaric, and he was the son of the Alpha of the Eastern Isles. He bowed low and offered a courtly smile. "Princess Elinda. An honor." "The honor is mine," I said, although my tone didn't have the excitement one might have anticipated.

They were shocked to see two cars already there, and even more surprised to see Selene standing there with such poise. Vivian felt a sharp sting of resentment. Two cars for the castle, while she received only one. But she masked it with a thin, sharp smile. "Wow, it seems the Duchess is showing off new cars the moment the Duke leaves," Vivian remarked. Selene stood tall, with Ivan positioned loyally behind her. "Selene, a little arrogance can tarnish the Duke's reputation," Dorothy commented snidely. Selene looked at them with a terrifying calm. "Do I need to remind you that I am the Duchess of Leventis?"

The Duke’s carriage stopped in front of a giant arch. Fredrich helped the princess descend the carriage and they both stared at the Beldania Memorial. It was a mass grave with a single mausoleum that housed the deceased former duke and the other nobles who died during the invasion. It was properly maintained since it was a historical site but it didn’t take away the fact that it was a graveyard.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

(Lord Duke Windstorm The 5th) The Duke of Frozen Peak City were unable to refute anything nor he can even replied to the mocking tone of the Aeternum Colonel before him, as before he even got the chance to even utter a single word, a sword slashed already separating his head from his neck. All that he can do is watched as the Colonel mockingly smiled at his dead corpse. As the duke corpse started to lose it’s warmth, the dulled silenced throne room started to began to bustling with noises. At the same time, a blonde young woman entered the room, a very attractive looking woman in her middle 30’s, if there were any surviving subordinate of the Duke were in the room they would definitely recog

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.

"I will, Mr. Duke, don't worry." Noah assured Amos. "Go back and clean up the estate properly, I still have to find that old bastard, he can't get away." Amos said, getting into the back seat of the sedan. When the sedan had completely disappeared from view, I looked up at Noah . "Is this always the case with Mr. Duke and Duke Taz?" I asked. "Yes, normally, dukes are blood relatives of the king, but Taz is an exception, there is no relationship between him and the king, but his title was given by the last king, the grandfather of Duke Amos."

"I do not know what to say..." "Basically they are not welcome in the capital... Everyone was surprised by their appearance here in the capital." "I can understand... and now... there's still a grave to be found..." Archie looked out the window again. "They will go to the grave..." "And now?" "And now nothing... We can 't question them... it's almost their right... Let's just wait for it all to pass and they will return to the city of Azerode." "This…" Dylan paused. "It is one of the cities of the Empire and who is the Duke of that city is my uncle, William."