Duke Orsino She's The Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This man radiated a bewitching, wild charm that even made Miranda's heart skip a beat despite her composure. Around her, envious sighs of frustration arose from the women, and their jealous glances shot like arrows toward Selena. Since entering the hall, the Duke of Veylar, Reginald, had not spoken despite many attempts to gain his favor. But now, his first words were to praise Selena… As expected of a woman born out of wedlock, she was skilled in seduction and had even ensnared Reginald, Duke of Veylar. How infuriating! Selena was so excited she almost fainted: the Duke of Veylar praised her, giving her special attention!

The scene descended into chaos for a moment as Elio watched the two of us struggle with a dark face. "Who is this person?" "He is the person who saved Inette," the Duke said, smiling at Gray. Then he turned to his son and persuaded him, "Inette is still a little shocked, so let her go and rest first." Ario nodded at the Duke. Since I was holding onto Gray's collar, the Duke asked him to escort me back to my room. "Is that Lady Inette?" "Lady Inette is back! That's great! We're saved!"

Then voices pulled him in, bodies closing around like a current taking hold. Beatrice’s touch on my arm brought me back. Her hand was soft, but her grip was firm. “He is a hard man, you know. The Duke. All sharp edges and hidden depths.” She sighed, a sound of pretty sympathy. “It cannot be easy, being the focus of such a formidable person. If you ever need a friend to navigate these waters, I should like to offer my help. We women must stick together.”

You wrote this prison with your own hands and now you’re locked inside it. A knock at the door. Three raps, slow and deliberate, each one echoing in the silent room like a gunshot. The sound made her jump, her hand flying to her chest, her heart — this body’s heart — skipping a beat before settling back into its steady rhythm. “Lady Isadora?” A woman’s voice from the hallway, low and flat, with no warmth, no question, just a statement of fact. “The Duke asks that you be ready when the sun rises. He says the light will show you things you need to see.”

The Duke's dark mood had changed and he prayed the lust he felt was not obvious in the look he gave her. Monica leaned closer and whispered into his ear, a gesture she knew was too tempting for the young Duke, "I need your permission to take the Baron out of the hall." She remained in that position for a while, supposedly waiting for an answer. But then she realized, it seems she affected the lad more than she thought she did. He even lost his speech. Duke of Anfield swallowed hard and gasped as the lady raised herself from his crotch. And with the same swirl of hips, she moved so daringly that this time, even Jason kept looking.

“I was the hero who saved the damsel in distress! Why did Duke get the girl then?!” Eilam patted his shoulder in a show of pity. “You’re neither as handsome nor as rich as Duke, so unless you find a blind woman, she’ll know who to choose.”

“I’m a man of needs, sweetheart. If you’re willing to warm my bed, I can throw the others out. Just say the word.” Selene stared at him, a mix of disgust and hurt flashing in her eyes. “No way, Duke. I won’t become just another name on your list.” He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Really?” He stepped even closer, close enough that she could smell his breath again—mint and wine, heady and dangerous. She turned her face away, trying not to let herself fall into old patterns, into old desires. But his nearness was a weapon, and he knew it.

Staring at her gravely, the duke finally said, "You are exactly as you are supposed to be, a beautiful butterfly. I expected no more from you." Cassy's voice shook with suppressed rage as she said, "Indeed? All that is required of today's woman, I am told, is that she be skilled in social graces. Fortunately, no more than average intelligence is necessary, unless of course, a woman is sitting at the hazard table or playing Macao." Her smile was vapidly bright, and she fluttered her dark lashes. "All us milk and water misses are so bored by any conversation but the latest on dits, your grace, and..." "Enough," he said in a pleasant tone, but his smile was not amused. "What do you want to hear

She saw his lips form a sinful arc. Oh how beguiled he was when she saw her bright orange eyes shimmer under the moonlight. She wore a frightened expression on her pale face. The way she looked at him, oh how he wanted to bury her somewhere under his sheets and keep her all by himself. "The Duke of Illum is blind and deaf."