I Regressed As The Duke Novels & Stories

Did I disappoint my husband because of that? "They said that you never also visited the training ground while I was away. Is that true?" Duke started eating, even in a simple way, he really does look like royalty. Well, he's a real royalty. The Lycan King to be exact. I lowered my head before I slowly nodded at him, "That's true."

All the king could do was allow these two powerful men to have their way – at least until the predicted time of invasion had passed. “What? You don’t like her because she had you licking the floor?” Sir Blunt mocked mercilessly. They may be on the same side, but his dislike for the Duke hadn’t waned in the slightest. “Just answer the question!” Duke Essandor gritted his teeth in annoyance as he turned red from anger. He was trying hard to forget what had happened two days ago, yet Sir Blunt had been doing his utmost best to remind him of the embarrassment he had been subjected to when Goddess Alexis had revealed herself to the Northern Empire’s hierarchy.

He was standing in front of a crowd of reporters. "The Alpha King broke the treaty," Marcus said on the television. "He entered our lands. He assaulted my son. He stole one of our people. We will not stand for this disrespect. We demand Elara Vance be returned immediately." I felt sick. The room started to spin. I put my hand on the wall to steady myself. "Turn that garbage off," Damon ordered. Kael pressed a button on the remote. The screen went black. "Marcus is an idiot," Damon said. He walked over to a table and poured a glass of water. "He is playing to the cameras. He wants to look strong for his pack. He knows he cannot beat us in a real fight."

An accident may occur prior to the coronation. Their expressions suggested that they were doing something wrong. Marcella's dark gaze narrowed at me as she stepped closer, her shoulders forming a predatory bow. "Pathetic! It is pathetic of you to even consider wearing that crown. That crown is mine!" Her voice was barely audible, "Divorce Enid and get lost; otherwise, something bad will happen to you." "I am not afraid of you!" I looked up, meeting her icy blue eyes laced with sheer smugness, and added, "I can cause problems for you too."

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

Broken hearted, Grant turned became an arch enemy to his own brother. Not long after that, the late duke was passed away and Armano choosen as his successor. Meanwhile, Grant got a title as Earl of southern teritory called Halgav. After the coronation ceremony, Grant left and never showed again. He didn't even came to his brother's wedding. Armano thought that they will never met again. But, now, why did he came back and disturbed his daughter? The Duke tightly clutched at the bridle of his horse. His brown cloak was blown by the windflew since the horse ran in full speed.

"Her role as your Lord is important: she also needs a successor for the role." "Then, have you found your partner, Lady Elise?" Diana asks. The question caused something that she almost regrets asking. Charles's mood plummeted enough that one small trigger will make him blow out. "There, your answer." Cass gestures at Charles whose mood is at worst state. "That figure is irrelevant for me, as of now. I still have some matters to do, now that my dad had found me." A small chuckle is heard from Sebastian's mouth. "Milady getting a partner? Are you getting soft now?"

Based on his sharp words and direct behavior, Reginald was at least ten times harder to deal with than Zachary. "Duke Reginald, you must be joking," Brandon forced a smile, steering the conversation in a different direction. "What I'd like to know is why the Duke has appeared here." "I figured that would be your question. And it’s no surprise, given the remoteness of this place. For someone of my rank, a duke, to show up here does seem odd. I suppose Prince Zachary has told you that this whole assassination plot was my own concoction? That I staged it to create an opportunity to heroically save Miss Martha, hoping that by rescuing her, you’d be grateful to me, isn’t that right?" Reginald spo

Tate chuckled and confessed, “I just never pictured that duke to have it in him to be anywhere near a child.” “Well, none of us did,” Xandar admitted as they glanced at Greg. The duke was now being more careful with Reida’s prying fingers as he mumbled under his breath, “You’re not as boring as the Blackfurs, are you, princess? On the outside, you have a dull, Blackfur-resembling face. On the inside, you’re just like your mother, seemingly harmless but dangerous. And it’s a good thing. You know why? Because we don’t want you ending up dim and slow now, do we?” And Greg went on talking to Reida despite knowing that she couldn’t understand a single word he was saying.

He knew full well it was more than that. “Remember, Duke, that you are stepping on Regaleria soil. Any misdemeanor will be held against you. I know about your agreement with my father, but until it is already well known, I don’t think you are to press upon your advances with the princess.” The Duke’s head lowered again. “Of course, Your Highness. Everything is well understood.” Lianne saw that despite his answer, he held his cane tightly, a sign that he was pissed. “Good,” Ruen nodded. “Then, will you leave the room now? Let the princess reclaim her privacy.”