Marquess Novels & Stories

he gave me his greeting. His name immediately rings a bell. He must be Marquis Viglianco. I remembered Count Villiers mentioned his name a few times, since he apparently holds the position of royal financial minister. But I never saw him in person. I smiled politely at him since he could also be a distant relative of the imperial family. "It's nice to meet you, Marquis." At my reply the marquis took another step toward me. "I've been looking forward to seeing the famous Princess Belladonna. As expected, you're as beautiful as Empress Meredith."

Once I sat down, she asked, "So, who are you? By your pink eyes, I know you're not just some common noble." "Well, my name's Sasha Laseus." "I don't remember you being a part of my family." "I recently married Terry. I'm from the Hastus family." "You married Terry?" "Yes, that's why I was surprised you didn't know who I was. I invited the Marquis to the wedding, but he was too busy to attend. I thought he would have told you since the invitation was also for you." The Marchioness looked unhappy as she answered, "No, he didn't tell me...! I'll have to have words with him later. I'm sorry I missed the wedding. How long ago was it?"

The Marquess looked at Tori and Sabina with approval, "It is a shame that my son, Ed, is not here. But perhaps you will bump into each other once you're in the academy already." "I look forward to it." The Duke interfered oddly with their topic. "I'll lead the way to my office, Marquess Zoliel. Victoria, Sabina, you can go back now." Tori thought her father would push the thought of friendship between Marquess Zoliel's heir apparent to her, a daughter of Rozenreff Dukedom.

As he pictured himself as the monarch of all these cities, a spark of excitement flashed through his eyes. "A Marquis!" He whispered quietly.

The Second Prince clenched his fist when he saw this. Stephanie Vera de Arrazola. Out of all the five siblings, she, who was the only female in the sibling, inherited the title of Marquis of Arrazola. Moreover, she was also one of the most powerful swordmasters in the Larin Continent. But what the Second Prince hated the most of the Marquis of Arrazola was that she was in the Neutral Party. He tried so hard to entice her to support her faction but the answer he got was:

Princess Becky–” “Daddy, what’s a mark…mar-quss?” I chuckled softly. “A Marquees? Usually a duke’s eldest son uses one of the duke’s senior titles. Sometimes it’s a marquees, or possibly earl or viscount, but in this case, I chose Marquees.” “You’re so smart, Daddy.” I offered her a smile. “I’ll teach you all about that world and how it works if you want.” “I do!” “We can start in the morning. Now, back to our story, princess, because you really do need to go to bed so you get up for school on time.”

I knew everything that went on with the elite. Not anymore, though. After my father was arrested for embezzlement and all our assets seized, I lost all my friends. That meant they weren’t my friends in the first place. “Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop.

“Or have you forgotten that my fiancée and your future queen is a necromancer too?” The marquis pursed his lips, still wanting to say something, but not so eagerly now. “This is Trant, Marquis Dellsan,” his majesty introduced the grumbler. “Our honored Marshal. He can sometimes be harsh. Old school, you know.” “That’s okay,” Reive answered calmly, throwing a pickled prawn into his mouth. “Everyone has the right to his own opinion. Even if he’s wrong.” The marshal looked about to choke. The king laughed so loudly soon all the table erupted with snickers, following his example.

Aria on the other hand, sit on the royal chair provided to her. "This is Marqus. It might be weirder than it seems, but we are odd friends. He is the Lighten Prince." Conri introduces Marqus to Aria who is eating the remaining moon drops grapes carnally. She let her eyes explore the physiques of the young man on their side. Marqus has a slim, tall, pale white body. He is currently wearing a green bracae, an animal skin sandalon, and an ordinary thin coat garment. His hair is charmingly straight and grey. It is long to his elbow level. But, what has allured the maiden is the beautiful scar on his left eyelid that looks like caused by a slash wound...

I asked him, then turned around to see him. “Lift your head and know the presence of the gentlemans in front of you,” I told him and he followed my command. “Your majesty, the demon king and Duke Roger Devious,” Minus said. “Long time no see, Marquess… no wonder no one in the demon world knows your whereabouts, it's because you followed Pi,” dad told Minus. “Your majesty,” Marquess Sloven, whom I have known as Minus, said in a low voice.