Romans & histoires Extra But The Duke's Only Daughter

She continues to stare at the people claiming her father's title and their whole family's identity. "I am the only daughter of the Duke. I am the rightful heir of this estate. I am the Duchess of Araceli at my parent's demise" Narrah coldly mutters as she looked at each pair of amused eyes. "Have you forgotten my dear, you are only seventeen" the woman replied with an arrogant smile. "For a child, you are not fit to rule this vast estate. Your pampered and young life knows nothing but being fancy. So, don't be impertinent" the man spoke with obvious contempt in his voice.

Why was she not seated next to Duke Charles? “I thought that the duke would not come because of the Lockton family.” “He’s Ruth’s father in name. Of course, he’s here for her.” “Reina’s daughter is his biological daughter! There’s something wrong with naming Ruth his heir!” “Wait, you’re right! His biological daughter isn’t to be seen!” “Fortunately, only the official media is around and won’t write nonsense. If those tabloid reporters knew about this, the gossip would be endless!” When Ruth heard these voices, her expression turned even uglier.

I close my eyes against the continued pain when I’m suddenly pulled into the past seeing it as it happened… >History Flashback in Third Person Kyria was also Duke’s daughter but not to Mane Beatrice, Kyria was what most thought of as an illegitimate child, being a result of Duke losing control, cornering and then raping one of the newly purchased lower female warriors on the night of the Blood Full Moon just as she was entering into her heat.

"The Duke had already forgotten his witch wife… hahaha" "Are you sure?" "Yes, the maids on the Dukedom had been saying that. He had not visited the Duchess Palace in many weeks." "Oh my! Then she was only a plaything." "She must be, she only had a beautiful face, nothing much to satisfy a dragon." "He must want someone like Miss Ives." "Yes, she is the only one that suits her, don't you think?" "… pity that he is already married. "Well, the next tournament may be an excuse, you know?"

But one day, the lavishness that she had for years suddenly came to a halt. "Goodness! I heard that the Holy Maiden gave birth to the Duke of Ivrea's child!" "Oh my! Really?" "Yes! I heard it was a daughter! The Duke brought the child to the estate himself." Beauty… "As the daughter of the Duke of Ivrea and the Holy Maiden, wouldn't she be truly beautiful? I wouldn't be shocked when she was going to be too gorgeous!" Wealth… "Wouldn't she inherit everything that the Duke and Holy Maiden had? After all, she was their only child. Furthermore, the Duke already made clear that one child was enough. Wasn't she too lucky?"

“Stop,” Duke moves away. “I forgot how hard resisting you is.” “So don’t,” Gabby says. “Reject them. I was trained to be the Duchess. We can raise my child together.” “You are insane, you know that?” Duke laughs. “You are completely insane. Ingrid, the Queen, is the mother of Ada and Emma. You think she will allow you into the Palace if I reject her daughters for you? Do you think it is possible at all that Bär will let me keep my title? You have seriously lost your mind.”

Sara threw away the remaining cigarettes that were left and quickly returned inside. “I want to announce, that my son, the Duke of Mayfield will be finding a wife this season,” The duchess spoke and smiled as she heard the crowd murmur. Every family wanted their da; acc; according; accordingd,ing to Wil,liam he only needed a pretty wife. The duchess walked behind him. “Have you taken interest in that particular, young lady? She is Sara Adams, you remember your father and yours were good friends. You cannot take interest in her because she is just a child,” She told him.

"I am sorry. Did you ever find what you were looking for in the north?" The Duke simply shook his head, a single, definitive negative. Then his gaze hardened, locking onto her face with an intensity that made the air between them feel brittle. "You really gave birth to her?" Lydia let out a long, ragged sigh. She didn't look at him. Instead, her eyes traveled across the crowded floor until they found me standing beside Damien. "Yes," she said softly. "Don't tell me she belongs to me," the Duke said. "No," Lydia replied, her voice steady despite the redness in her eyes. "She is not yours."

She thought she loathed all men. ‘What are the odds that the Heartless Duke of Salicera who has killed people before just for looking at the king the wrong way, is actually a kind enough person to take in a widow and her son?’ She knew that this marriage was also convenient for Daniel. But he could have chosen any other woman and she would have accepted immediately. Salicera was the only Dukedom that had survived the centuries. And even if the duke chose not to have any children, any woman would still have accepted to be the Duchess of Salicera, only second in power to the Queen and the Princess.

I doubted it. The duke had four sons, so the best dowry we could hope for was a dish set. We would never gain any land, and improving our relations with the Tevarrians was fundamentally impossible. But the girl, they said, was a rare beauty. There was a portrait, too—a gorgeous blonde with hazel eyes. The spies said that in real life, she was even better. So, no surprises there. Theapple didn’t fall far from the tree. Andre was just like his father.