But The Duke Isn't Home Novels & Stories

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

"Shh!" In disbelief, Beth looked again to the Duke, questioning him with her eyes. Then she looked to her Uncle who seemed to be considering the offer. The Duke continued. "She said she is to return home in less than a fortnight. A day's journey to the Castle, another back, five days at the Castle is all I seek." Beth was almost pleading. "But Your Grace, that is not necessary." Again her Aunt came to the Duke's rescue. "Quiet I say dear, let your Uncle speak with His Grace."

"Charles here will be setting an appropriate date and time for us to talk regarding this matter" Charles smiled at the Duke. When Arthur took his wife away from the party, Duke Blanche bit his lip angrily. Feeling his pride was crushed into pieces without even noticing that Charles, the Grand Duke's right hand is watching him. "Uhm, are we leaving this soon?" Beatrice asked Arthur shyly. The both of them were facing each other inside the carriage that they were riding to the north. Beatrice played with her fingers while anxiously waiting for the Duke's reply. "I can't leave the North unattended for too long," Arthur calmly said while casually looking outside the window.

‘The people working for the duke would not dare spread rumors, right? She bit her lip nervously. “Umm, where is the duke right now?” Magnolia asked with a low voice. “His Grace left early this morning. He traveled south with some knights. I heard that one of the towns was attacked by bandits.” “Oh, I see,” Magnolia tried her best not to sound too surprised. “Thank you, Clara. I will ring for you when I finish the bath.” Clara hesitated. “Your Grace, are you sure you do not need me to help you with your bath?”

I didn't want to be here. As soon as I entered the front door, I knew something was wrong. My parents were sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, apparently waiting for my return. "What's happened?" I asked nervously, wringing my hands in front of me as I waited for the inevitable explosion "Duke is here" my mother said tightly. "He was wounded during a rogue attack and wouldn't have made it home." I hoped and prayed that neither of them would pick up on how my heart began to race. Please don't let them notice how much electricity seemed to bounce through my body at the mere mention of Duke being in the same house as me.

"Lord Duke. Kael is here. He says it’s urgent, and he claims if you don’t pay up, he’ll tell his brother exactly who is hiding in your bedroom." Duke's eyes snapped directly to mine. He leaned back against the wall, his fingers drumming once, then twice on his thigh. The silence stretched while neither of us blinked, absorbing the fact that Kael was here.

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

It was already late in the afternoon and the atmosphere has started getting frosty, giving chills to the human body. Arriving at the house, they got down from the horses.The Duke looked around to see if anyone was nearby. He, then, took few steps away from the old butler and turned immediately. "What is the matter, His Grace?" Mr Brown asked, seeing the confusion on the Duke's face. "Mr Brown, something is not just right. This place looks deserted, like it is not taken care of." the Duke replied as he shook his head.

“And, this bit might be gossip but lady Mary said she saw servants of the Fulher mansion wheeling out carts of broken ceramic and I’ve heard that the duke has a violent temper.” “Thank you, Anne.” “Always a pleasure, my king.” Anne quickly exited his office. Rhode places both hands under his chin. He was unsure of what the duke was up to but as long as it involved him, it was not good news. As long as Rhode didn’t have any physical evidence, he could not try the duke. Soon enought though, he was surely to make a mistake. Rhode looked out the window, the sun was finally setting and he suddenly missed the vanilla and honey scent of Megan.

Rebecca walked out through the open the door and Zita closed it behind them. Williams got to the landing with the eyes still at the door. Thomas had entered the house through the back door and glanced at his master. He furrowed his brow, confused why the Duke was looking at the door. "Your grace?" Williams heard him and turned to his side. He had a straight face. "You've been staring at the door for awhile. Do you want me to get something for you?" Thomas asked him. Duke Williams shook his head. "The Duchess just left." He said plainly and had his eyes at the door again.