Please Be Patient Grand Duke Novels & Stories

"Touch my son; aim a gun; you’ll see hell; meet my demon and die mercilessly," Drake warned the rogue prince. Everything in the kingdom is in chaos now. Blood was scattered around. Leia and Dillon weren’t even coming. Millie and Lilac were in front of the palace, leaving a choice to kill the hunters and the rouges. "Drop the gun, or I will pull the trigger and bury it in your head," Emily blurted bluntly. The prince shook his head. "I won’t drop the gun, not ever going to obey your words. " He replied, then tried his best to aim the weapon at Drake.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

“Your Royal Majesty, it’s an unexpected sight seeing you here. I am the Commander-in-chief, Deviklin Schit, the Grand Duke of Shcit.” ‘Yes… right. I was wrong. Dev is a man that wasn’t only a Duke, but a Grand Duke. Wait, no… didn’t Yuta mention that it’d take time for Dev to arrive? Why is he here in front of me?!’

It’s Grand Duke Hai in the flesh without a single scratch on his body or any trace of wrinkle on his cloth. “Where’s Duke Tian Dong? hm? I need to reward him.” Asked Grand Duke Hai as he looked around. “Oh! there he is, growing a bit sleepy is he?” Neither rush nor slow, Grand Duke Hai walked toward Duke Tian Dong with a smile still plastered on his face while the feeling of dread within Azanah's heart grew more and more intensified. Both Fatty Pao and Azanah immediately stood up and put on their guard. Fatty quickly swallows his qi regeneration pill and summons his three heads six arms Black wooden armor and prepares for the worst.

After getting ready, Beatrice excitedly made her way to the dining area, hoping to have a small talk with Arthur before he started doing his work. As she sat down, the maids instantly served her food. She looked around and waited for minutes, but Arthur still didn’t come. Even though minutes passed, she still hadn’t started her food, hoping Arthur would join him. In that moment, a maid came to the dining area and gave her a message. “Madam, I have a message from the Grand Duke,” The maid nervously said. “What is it? You can speak,” Beatrice kindly said. “The Grand Duke left early, he said he needs to catch up on paperwork from the capital,” The maid said.

The purple-skinned goblin almost jumped when the Grand Duke set the envelope aflame by just glaring at it. Gukasho knew that the Grand Duke neglected all his duties just to watch his daughter sleep as he sat on the settee beside the bed she was staying in. “I took eighteen years standing behind the shadows as I watched her grow up. It’s been two days since I got her. And now you are bringing me the news that will take my daughter away from me again?” His tone was calm and lifeless, but the burning anger behind his eyes could not be mistaken for Gukasho.

Spenser joked, causing even more laughter to erupt and I giggled. “Yes, but if you take a knee, I can give you your real gift.” I winked, hearing the crowd slowly go silent. Spenser kneeled in front of me and I took the sword, carefully placing it on either side of his head while announcing his new title. “Rise Grand duke of black valley.” I grinned as his eyes grew wide. Just like there had never been a queen, there had also never been a grand duke. The kingdom had seen all the other titles over the years, but never a grand duke.

Not unpleasantly — it was a practiced thing, smooth and unhurried — but he had seen it before it did, and something about that felt significant in a way he was not ready to examine. "I didn't think you'd be awake," she said. "I could say the same." He moved to the kettle. "Long day?" "There are only long days in architecture when the client doesn't know what they want but has very strong feelings about what they don't." He almost smiled. "That's true in most industries." She watched him make his coffee — black, no sugar, which she had already noted and filed without meaning to. "Your grandfather used to take his coffee the same way," she said, and then looked as though she had not intended t

Mandy tilted her head to one side, looking uncertain for a moment. “Don't you know that everyone called him a ‘rake' for a reason? He is the heir of a Duke title. He is an Earl now and his father is a Marquess because his grandfather still holds the Duke title but still, everyone knows sooner or later it will be passed on.” “I am aware of that but I am not sure I understand what you mean. What does his title have anything to do with the warning you mentioned earlier?”

my voice comes out small, too quiet, shaky even. He glances at me once, sympathy crossing his eyes “The Grand Duke left for Rivenshore three days ago. He is to return tomorrow my lady” A shudder goes through my chest. He was not even at home waiting for my return? Did he truly have no intention of welcoming me, did I mean so little? My voice, barely a whisper comes through, breaking at the end “Okay”