I Regressed As The Duke Novels & Stories

And it was driving him toward something he could no longer stop. Kael slowly straightened, his gaze turning toward the dark horizon beyond the palace walls. His eyes burned with something no longer cold. Something alive. Something dangerous. Something that had nothing to do with kingship… And everything to do with claiming what he had just lost. The broken armrest crumbled slightly beneath his grip. And for the first time since the rejection. Kael did not look like a king in control. He looked like a man about to start a war.

I muttered to myself and gave my man an order to hide by the tree while I went in. I dashed into the entrance, my feet moving fast but as quietly as possible. I had no idea where she was. I didn't know my way around the mansion, so I spent the first few minutes walking in circles. But when I walked towards what seemed like the main hall, I heard Eaton's voice and I paused, hiding by a pillar. "So what exactly do you want? Asking for more money when you have no use for me." He said through clenched teeth, his voice cracking with fury.

The dark-beaded man seemed to smile with satisfaction watching the incident. Duke Gramer is an old friend of His Majesty the King. However, after Illarion Black married the man's only biological daughter, Duke Gramer's support and territory fell into the hands of the Black Prince, which infuriated Queen Minerva. However, when news of his beloved daughter was killed, Duke Gramer withdrew his support for his former son-in-law and until now has not supported any camp. That was why Queen Minerva desired to seek the support of one of the Dukes who had the largest territory in Anarka.

A complete eternity ago. Today, for the first time, I’d finally seen in him the Reive who had come to me at night. As if he had united with his second half – the kind, bright one. As if he’d become the same carefree and cheerful man with whom I spent the night in the bear’s lair, who had bought dresses in Ihordarrine’s best shop and who had taught me to ride the shellmougr. As if his marriage proposal had changed something. But what exactly? “Finish them off,” the duchess ordered at this minute. “Finish off the three of them!”

"What is it, Jasper?" "In precisely six months, I'm thirty-five, my father changed his will, put riders in; it now says that I must be married by the time I reach that birthday. If I'm not, I don't get the money, my mother can't stay in the manor, and Henry will give the properties, to my long lost half-brother who will also take on the dukedom, and if they can't find him, it will probably go to the fucking dog's home." he shook his head in disbelief. "You weren't here when he was alive; we used to have incredible rows about my not being responsible for the whole heritage thing. He thought that being an artist was not a responsibly good enough day job for being a Duke, even though I constan

"I-I remember my father once mentioned my mother, w-well he said she was a feeble, weak, and kind woman but did not have it her to rule the duchy, because of her weakness she could not k-keep up and passed away, that day he had looked at me with some mixed emotions in his eyes and said that it was I who resembled her more than any of his other children. He told me to know that he was the Duke and I, a person who did not have any abilities, worthless without his support so I should keep my.... worth. I dislike it, even abhor to visit that place but I will not cower. He wishes for me to forget everything and forgive him. I won't." She did not know what to say when he asked her thus she sproute

“Lord, how forgetful of you. You caught those bunch after they tried to claim a part of your territory as theirs. Their parents just paid a big ransom for them just a month ago. They’re now free as doves.” “So they’re our friends.” Lucas smiled back. “Yes, Lord Duke. They are f*cking adorable friends that gave us free money.” “The bastards dared to venture deep into my territory without my permission and they’re doing it again.” The duke shook his head as the stupid bunch tried to flirt with the mysterious lady. His gaze sharpened further after seeing that a few were already getting too physical. “Lucas, what should I do?” “Greet them my liege?”

“The pressure… the events of these last days… they have taken a toll. He is not himself. Please, excuse me. I will… I will speak with him.” The King said nothing. He merely gave a slow, weary nod, his expression unreadable once more. He had seen all he needed to see. Elira didn’t run at first. The corridors of the palace were a blur of rich tapestries and cold stone, the faces of passing courtiers mere smudges of color. Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs, a counter-rhythm to the chilling echo of his words. I never wanted to be a Duke. It made no sense. It undermined everything. It was a betrayal of their pact, of the very foundation upon which she had built every one of her action

The Duke asked, annoyed. The men felt awkward, looking down. "He wanted to tell you that if you don't give him a grandchild, he'll keep disturbing your territory and run havoc." "Ugh... That old man." The Duke groaned, catching up with what the men meant. He massaged his temples, grabbed his phone, and dialed a number. As soon as the call was answered, he yelled at the man on the other line. "Pops! What the hell?! I almost killed your men!" The Duke's demeanor changed from fierce to unexpectedly vulnerable, and his own men chuckled secretly at witnessing this rare moment.

“Imposed immortality only works on people who have experienced and understood the passage of time…in your case, humans call it regression, right? Going back in time?” I stared at him for too long, replaying his words in my head. My lips parted and all I could do was whisper. “W-What? You know about my regression?” The First Duke looked down at me like I was joking. “Come on, you live for thousands of years and you see almost everything there is to see on the Earth. Besides, there is a brat in Northernfang who experienced something similar. I put two and two together.” How much could I ask him without getting my head lopped off.