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

Meanwhile Alfred who was in a corner at the room glared daggers at the crown prince, he hoped the crown prince would call off the engagement, except for ivory no one in the house of duke hemming liked that prince . ‘Lunatic or no lunatic, I’ll take care of her’ the prince responded. Ivan rolled his eyes internally and went to sit beside Chloe. Duke hemming excused himself from the room. ‘Do you like the maid’ Adger asked Ivan in a mocking manner. Ivan neither answered nor denied that question. ‘She’s a great servant, risking her life to protect her mistress’. ‘But her mistress is in a great danger’. ‘So is she’ Ivan replied ‘at least we know ivory we’ll be awake in a week, according to the h

the king called as I looked over to the duke who bowed, as I had not yet seen his face clearly, he had then looked up and looked straight at me as I couldn’t help my breath hitch, with my body feeling limp as the glass flute filled with champagne fell and broke, was I hallucinating the person standing before, not a commoner but the duke, this was Kal, my Kal, who was an elite who has seemingly lied to me and this part of himself a secret from me, and yet here he was in front of me standing with another persona and fancy clothes as I couldn’t help my scent pour out sourly in spite Just who could I trust? “Ivy?!” I heard my father say bringing me back to the reality that he was standing before

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

His uncle and cousins are urging him to join the company and he said he will join once he accomplishes something in life. . Sitting on a horseback he was looking like a prince. The baraat procession filled with colours of joy and fervour stood at our entrance. I was decked up in a wine lehenga accompanied by traditional jewellery. Like the princess that I was, I wore my grandmother's jewellery. All beautiful and elegant. Feeling someone’s presence I lifted my eyes to look at the person through the mirror and I couldn't believe my eyes. I rubbed them again to be sure but it was true my prince stood behind me. Our gazes met through the mirror. He kept his hands on my shoulder and slowly turned

Aileen panicked and turned her back while saying, "Let's pretend we didn't recognize him." But before they could take another step away from where they were standing, the guy had stopped the queen. "Oh! it's the ladies from the town, we've met before, right?" the guy asked. They simply smiled at the stranger to avoid offending the guy who helped the queen get her hat back blown by the wind. "H-hello," the ladies uttered in chorus. "We've met again. This must be fate's doing," the guy uttered and bowed to the ladies. "I am Duke Fedelin Vermillion. A firstborn from Vermillion Dukedom. Do you mind telling me your lovely names?"

But he does not let a drop touch his beloved mate. “Ezra!” he calls. His carriage driver comes out of the shadows. “Did you take care of the guards?” he asks the old man. “They are being catered to, my lord,” Ezra replies with a bow. “Good. I need a new set of clothes,” the Duke orders. “And tell one of the female fighters to cater to Roseanne. It will be a long journey ahead.” “Yes, my lord,” Ezra said with a bow. The Duke takes off his bloodied coat and wraps it around Roseanne before carrying her into his arms, bridal style.

She found the coat around her shoulders warmer than her drapes, even his voice that seemed familiar brought warmth in her heart. She raised her head and saw a handsome man, almost the same skin color as her, with ink black hair standing next to her. 'Who might he be? His voice was so familiar to my ears. Especially those red eyes ...' "Insolence! How could a brat like you tell us what to do?! Tessa! Call all the knights and throw this bastard out of the gates!" The Duke yelled angrily. No one dared to talk back to him like this before. Why? Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family.

I spent my whole life playing the perfect daughter and the model fiancée. I gave up racing, painting, and every dream I had of being free. I turned myself into a machine that never needed rest. It wasn't until I was 35, lying in a hospital bed as my lungs gave out, that I finally heard firsthand what my father and my husband, Adrian Devaux, had been plotting. The fortune worth billions that I had worked myself to the bone to preserve? My father had long since arranged to leave every penny of it to his illegitimate daughter, Claire Bennett. And the husband I had stood by for years had been cheating on me with Claire all along. They looked down at my wasted body without a shred of pity in thei

I didn't feel hate for the guard; I felt the cold, clinical hunger of the Archivist. I jerked my hand back in the air. Snap. The guard’s eyes went blank. He didn't fall, but he suddenly turned his spear toward the Inquisitor standing next to him. "The Duke... the Duke is the rightful lord," the guard mumbled, his voice sounding like it was coming from underwater. "Let them pass. The debt... the debt is paid." The other guards looked at him in horror. "Pike? What are you doing?" "Let them pass!" Pike screamed, lunging at the Inquisitor.

He had come to like Duke, seeing him as a man of principle. “I truly believed that I could trust you. Right now, despite knowing what you’ve done, I still believe that I can trust you. That’s how much I’ve come to see you, like a son worthy of my trust. At the risk of being called a fool, considering that I met you not so long ago.” Duke could not express his disappointment enough. “I sincerely express my regret.” Dominic apologized. “I should not have kept my identity away from you.” Duke shook his head regretfully as slowly he began to pace the floor thoughtfully. “I mean, I saw the signs. You were too polished, too sound to be whom you were presenting to me.”