I Regressed As The Duke Novels & Stories

He said, then moved his hand under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes. "I'm afraid my brother still has bad intentions toward you. When we talked, he opened up about his plan. When the war begins, he is going to stand against this territory by telling the human warriors every little detail they want to know about your kingdom. In exchange, he was hoping they would let him be with Iris." I answered. When he burst out in laughter I frowned. "What is so funny, Ducan?. His words were rather sad and offensive." I said seriously. He stopped laughing and then dropped his hand.

His pride had wrapped itself around him like armor, but now it felt like a prison. Rosalia shook her head, bitterly disappointed. “I’m saddened that you’ve become arrogant, Duke. You weren’t raised this way. Your father—when he found out I was pregnant—would’ve walked away from his entire inheritance if it meant keeping me. And you? You can’t even speak up for the woman you claim to love.” Then she turned, leaving him on the veranda with the ache of his mother’s words still echoing in his chest. Alone, Duke slowly made his way upstairs. He opened the door to Selene’s room and stood in the doorway, his heart twisting painfully.

Roman said, taking a sip. Alessio stared at him. “Are you sure it’s worth it?” “I need the manpower. If my grandfather doesn’t name me as heir, I’ll carve my own path to the throne. One way or another, I’ll make sure I’m the last man standing.” Alessio gave him a long look, then turned toward the door. “She’s ready to leave.” Roman didn’t look up. “Send her in, and close the door while you exit.” "I need to talk to her.."

I couldn’t let anyone here make me feel small, not anymore. The attempt to intimidate me was obvious. The old me might have shrunk back—but that part of me was long gone. Someone cleared his throat, drawing all eyes his way. It was the Grand Duke. How could I forget him? "So, you do know your place," he said coldly. "Now that you’ve given the King an heir, why don’t you start a new life somewhere else without him?" His words stung, even if this was something I’d considered myself—if Reagan would only let me go.

Rion, lounging comfortably on the sofa, looked even more amused. “And what exactly do I think?” Roxanne let out an annoyed sigh before replying flatly, “You think I like Duke Lunnart.” Rion chuckled again. “Sister,” he said casually, “duke is only a temporary title for Killian Lunnart. Once the Grand Duke dies, he’ll inherit Grand Duchy Lereg… and you’ll become the Grand Duchess.” Roxanne stared at him for a few moments before looking away again. “No matter what,” she said quietly, “all of that will eventually be in your hands. Grand Duke Lereg’s support will belong to you.”

The pain in my leg throbbed, but the fire in my chest burned hotter. Elena stared at me, wide-eyed. "Sir, the board is getting impatient. What should I tell them?" "Tell them I'm coming in five minutes," I said. I limped over to the window and stared down at the city sprawling below. This was my city, built on my sweat and deals. No one was going to take it from me. But why did the mad suddenly decide to expose me? I'd paid her off, why is she doing all this and Why now? Someone had to be pulling the strings.

Rowan might have suspected Ninian, but it was tough for him to suspect Duke. This former emperor used to defy the world, so he did not need to lie for a junior. He did not need to, and it would be beneath him to do it. But if Rowan just accepted the fact that Everett has already recovered, and all his plans had been destroyed, that simply would not do. His eyes turned slightly red, and he struggled yet again, as he rushed toward Duke. Duke looked indifferent, and he ignored Rowan. He indifferently stared at Rowan who had been tied to the pillar, as Rowan was unable to move any further.

He could be a fraud for all he knew. But his clothes... They seemed of the best quality of silk... Or maybe not. "The Duke of Kerstone." Rowan said with a smirk. Immediately, Farrell's shoulders dropped and his chest retracted almost immediately. The... The what now? The Duke of Kerstone?! "And how do I know you're not lying and impersonating him?" "You're a wise man." Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant.

And it felt, for the first time in weeks, like a weight had come off me. "That's just as well. It's time I went to her and apologized." ***** It didn't take long. The Council stripped me of my eligibility to inherit the title of Prince and took most of my power away. They said I had lost my mind. That I drank from morning to night, defied my Elders, showed no respect, none of the dignity of a vampire noble. Maybe so. Because I'd started selling everything I owned. The manor. The old castles. Every property in my name.

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.