Novel & Cerita I Became The Duke's Servant In Disguise

I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind. "Did something happen master?" She asked. I dropped my hands and stood up from my throne. "Which idiot waters them?" I asked seriously. "I believe it's Ose." She answered. "Summon him!" I spat on top of my voice. She closed her eyes then slowly went down to her knees as I sat down angrily watching her call on his name three times. "You called me Ducan?" He asked immediately as he walked in. He looked happy and his damn smile said it all.

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

I won’t accept having it removed! She said coldly, “Open the door. Let him out!” The heavy iron gate was pulled open, and Duke stood up indifferently. As he was passing by Mavice, he whispered, “Don’t try to catch me again, because there is always an army around to serve me. I hope I will never see you again.” He then strode out. Mavice fell into her chair. ‘I’ve underestimated this man. I was too impatient, and now I’ve lost my chance…’

But Ian still concealed his true identity among the Lesser Gentry because he did not want to risk any inside rebellion that could threaten the position of the young Queen Arabella Dragomir, even after centuries of House of Dragomir controlled the monarchy of Niapachad Island. Ian went to the courtroom, opening the huge oak doors before they were never a problem for him, as he was greeted by the familiar sight of the Duke of Belikov and the Earl of Raine as they were discussing over the map of the recent riots that were happening. Ian removed his coat as he was nodding at his friends before joining the discussion as well.

Miss Tellaro did not choose to fancy anything so absurd, and quelled her chaperon with a frown. Mrs Andromeda was right in her conjecture - it was the Duke of Venice. He came out of the church after the service with Lord and Lady Roma IX, a burly, red-faced gentleman with very staring blue eyes and a pear shaped head. Mrs Andromeda, who had lingered strategically on the pretext of exchanging greetings with an acquaintance, contrived to be in the way. Lady Roma bowed and smiled, but the Duke, with his rather protuberant eyes fixed on Miss Tellaro, he very palpably twitched her sleeve.

The servants watched in silence, flinching every time the duke hit one of the knights until every one of the men was on the floor, motionless. Since he married Magnolia, the duke had become way nicer and calmer. Everyone in the castle had almost forgotten that he had held the nicknames of Cold-Hearted Duke and Cold Blooded Warrior for years. This was a reminder of who Daniel Van Konigl truly was. Every single servant in the room was trembling. “Let me be clear, if anything happens to Geoffrey, everyone will pay for it,” Daniel spat. “Everyone.” He was out of breath and his hands were shaking from all the emotions.

He came sleepily, also in a warm cloak—it was pretty chilly there. I dismissed the servant, and in five minutes, Tommy came out, just the way he had entered, cloaked, dark-haired, in a hat. Dark hair? A wig! What can be more simple? And another man in the prince’s cloak continued praying before the altar. I hoped I had managed to cheat the onlookers. The duke probably didn’t expect any seserious dirty tricks from me, anyway. He was too relaxed, having bought into my idiocy... Which was exactly how I wanted it. I also needed to get into the dungeon. Somewhere inside, a man who had cleared the way to the throne for me was dying. I had to give him a big thanks from the bottom of my half-demonic

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

I am a bird caught in a snare of my own making, fluttering uselessly against the constraints of duty. ‘Then we are two of a kind, Duke,’ I reply, my voice a silken thread. I catch his gaze and hold it, pouring every ounce of false devotion into my expression. I see the flicker of triumph in his eyes, the vanity of a man who believes he has finally tamed the untamable.

She'd probably never even dreamed of anything like that being asked of her. Shaking his head, Henry began to recall the past few weeks and the disturbing actions of his ward in an entirely new light. By the time the servant returned to the study, he found his master in exceedingly good humour, with traces of laughter still stamped upon his face. "Did you settle our young friend in?" Henry asked, a faint smile curving his mouth. "Yes, your grace." The servant hesitated, and the duke knew him well enough to ask if there was anything wrong. "Not really wrong, your grace. But... but the young lady is completely attired in gentlemen's clothing. And she refuses to disrobe."