Heather Duke Musical 소설 & 이야기

“And I’m sorry about...” “Yes, I’ll come over to braid your hair,” I cut in quickly. “Thank you for bringing it.” I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I shut the door quite fast. “I’ve seen him somewhere,” Duke said, now standing close behind me. “I’m sure you have,” I replied. “He’s Harry Peters. The musician.” Duke tilted his head slightly, thinking. “Yeah, I think we’ve crossed paths before. I just can’t place it.”

"I have the greatest regard for Tarnhower, and I shall be happy to show Miss Hamilton the music room when it is completed. Now, if you will excuse us?" Rebecca Spencer had a definite gleam of triumph in her eyes as she sailed from the sitting room with Eastland on her arm, and Cassy felt a moment's rage at both of them. How casually they'd managed an escape, and she could tell from the steely glint in the duchess's eye that she wasn't at all happy with the duke's deft avoidance of her manipulation. Not that Cassy could blame him for that, because she hated being manipulated, too.

Someday, she would be a wife and a mother. “You are free right now.” He noted. She blinked slowly with a smile. “Not for long, I tell you.” She took in the view again and exhaled sharply. “But you are right. This moment is good enough.” The tempo of the music from the ballroom slowed down again. “I guess it is slow dancing again, glad to be out here.” Beth gave the Duke an once-over again and said. “You are breaking the hearts of both your intended and many young debutantes as you stand out here half-hidden in the shadows conversing with me, when they could take turns dancing with you. You know everyone loves you greatly.”

This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy. Suddenly, the murmurs ceased. I strained to hear, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A metallic clink echoed from the dresser. "Let's get out of here." The Duke's voice, rough with something akin to irritation, sliced through the silence. "Why? Because this room reeks of passion, eh?" Trevor's response was a flippant chuckle. "Gross! But seriously, Trev, I have this prickling feeling someone might be listening." A shiver danced down my spine. Was it paranoia, or did the Duke suspect my presence? Maybe he saw me hiding here but was too distracted by his lady guest to process.

A blonde girl lay asleep on the bed, wearing almost nothing. Every single one of them was beautiful. Yet, he felt absolutely hollow. "Rose…," Derrick whispered, his voice barely coherent. "Did you call me, Duke?" Brown hair and brown eyes. The woman resting on his lap groaned softly, waking up at the sound of the man’s murmur. "No." Derrick stared blankly at the dark ceiling. He had no idea how many hours he had been languishing like this. "Do you want to play again, Duke?" "With you?"

Hearing their laughter and Duke Klein’s childhood story, this first line of the program I’ve written didn’t have any errors or bugs after I executed it. “Uncle, Ella was such a beautiful flower! I also noticed that she has the same eye color as the Duke!” I said. “If you are a Jasmine because your parents prayed for you, she is a Gladiolus because...” I scowled as I didn’t squeeze out any answers from the Duke. If it weren’t for the Duchess, the four of us would stare blankly at each other. We thanked the couple for the precious time they spent with us. Miuerella asked if I could go to her assigned room, and I agreed.

Her lips curled slightly, but it wasn't a friendly smile—it was a smile that sent shivers down your spine. "Is that what you think?" Her voice was soft, but every word felt like a needle threading through the air. Vivian faltered for a second as she trembled, but her pride kept her upright. "Yes! You are cold, unfeeling! The Duke only keeps you for your status, not for love!"

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

“But how…?” Think, brain, think. What can I do right now to at least prolong her life for a bit? All of a sudden, instead of pressing the wound or giving CPR, the word from the lyrics which I heard in my dream surged inside my mind. “Heather…” I mumbled. That’s it. I gazed into her eyes, although I know chanting some strange word to a dying person might sound crazy, it won’t hurt to try. “Heather…” I said to her, before all went black.

I don't want to marry your son. "I understand but I realized from my recent visit to the duchy that my father was not handling it well, there was a rampant embezzlement that had started since my grandfather had passed away. I'm not asking to be handed the title of the duke but I hope until a proper heir can be bestowed the title, you would allow me to handle the affairs of the duchy as the acting duke. After all, my father is not of Garrick blood and other than me, none of his heirs are of Garrick blood." I replied. "Lady Audrey, I understand that you are concerned with your duchy's well being but we cannot remove the current duke without any valid reason." Prime Minister Zeno interceded.