I Became The Duke's Servant In Disguise Novels & Stories

“I am using an advanced spell. I can glamour people into believing what I want.” I fisted my hand. “Oh! That’s why no one thought I was with someone back at the inn. Brilliant! Simply brilliant! So you want me to believe you ate bugs… slept on the dirty floor… The coincidence is that you found all the passages empty like the Duke himself planned it for the mister hero to explore it freely. The Duke is kind. The Duke is absolute. You glamoured the people at the inn to forget so you can put me at disarray. If it wasn’t for Fredden I wouldn’t have believed my memory,” the Duke nodded at each sentence and at the last one he turned to Fredden. I tapped my left hand with my fist remembering anothe

I’d try to reassure him, but Duke still had my hand. “I don’t need her to be sworn in to know, and I don’t need her to promise me anything.” “I don’t really get what’s going on,” I said honestly. “There. You’ve met her. Now you can leave.” “As rude as Andrius is being right now, I could use some clothes,” I laughed. Duke nodded before he stood to his feet. Releasing my hand, he stared at me expectantly. But not in an uncomfortable, weird way. No, in a patient, take your time kind of way. If that even makes sense.

the Duchess asked. “I am no one, but a mere student of the Grand Duke and a sword partner of the young master, please pardon me for using your old clothes as your son, the young master Whistleton, ordered Sir. Gale lent me your clothes for today’s duel,” I butted in, while looking on the floor. I heard her footsteps get near me, that’s why I raised my head a little and there, I saw her just a few inches away from me. She bent down a little, then whispered into my ears.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

Edmond answered back. Feeling disgusted by the pretense between the two old men, Duke can only turn away. He has always been bad with feigning kindness and faking good relationships. On one side of his torso, he could feel his father’s elbow poking his side, as if signaling him to say something. “I’m very honored to be invited in your mansion, sir.” “Oh Duke! You don’t have to call my husband sir. After all, we’re going to be families soon.” Suddenly, a beautifully refined middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere.

I shouted while keep on turning the knob. “Your little princess is already awake. I'm out of here. Better to leave in the morning, Son,” Diane said once more and I heard her footsteps walking away. Blag! “Duke! I know you are there open the door now!” I shouted again and the door opened. “Why are you shouting?!” he yelled that made me stepped back. The way I am seeing him now is quite different from the Duke I met. He really looks monstrous how his eyes see me and his face aren't that calm anymore. Duke seems really different on how he used to be. All this time he is just pretending?

“You miss your friend a lot.” “Yes.” Jimmy nervously smiled. Karlyle gave him a suspicious look and sighed. “I forgot to tell you. The Duke went to another village to visit a friend. He will come back tomorrow.” Jimmy's eyes shone, “Can I go out then?!” The butler rolled his eyes, “No way. He made me swear and promise that I won't let you leave the mansion.” “Tsk,” Jimmy pouted. “He treats me like a prisoner. I am so tired of this.”

“That’s all you got from my speech?” “I’m just saying... Last time you tried regular school, I lost half my hair. Half.” She chuckled, not even trying to look guilty. “But it grew back nicely.” He glared. “Eggs. Glue. The ‘We Hate Kye’ manager fan club.” “The memes were kinda funny.” “You are lucky I still work for you.” She grinned. “This time will be different. Lowkey. Undercover. Invisible Kye.” He blinked. “Incognito? I don’t even want to know. Just let me get home to my wife in one piece.”

“Annalisa! You’ve returned. And who is this strapping young lad accompanying you?” We found the Duke seated behind a massive oak desk, a stack of parchments sprawled before him. He was a bear of a man, with a thick salt-and-pepper beard and a gaze that could curdle milk. My apprehension spiked, but I held Annalisa’s encouraging gaze and stepped forward. “Father,” Annalisa announced, her voice bright and cheery, “this is Adrian. Sir Adrian Sforza, to be precise.” The Duke gave me a once-over that felt like an X-ray. Every muscle in my body tensed. Finally, he spoke, his voice surprisingly deep and gravelly.

Yet, right now, I wasn’t sure that would be enough. “You have to act the part,” I said, trying to deliver the news gently. I wasn’t certain how successful I was being. At this point, even my infinite patience was wearing thin. “If you walk around like you own the place, no one will believe that you are actually a servant.” “This is ridiculous,” Ian snapped. “I’m already wearing servant clothes. What more do you want from me?” “Servants are trained to move unseen,” Ruth said. “The clothes and the disguise will work in part, but you need to take up less space as you enter a room. Do not stand so tall.”