Prince Henry Duke Of Gloucester Siblings นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Ahem, as you know, the Duke of Amberahire has an illegitimate daughter, so I thought of making good use of her. I once went to the Duke's palace and she seemed to be so attached to her mother, that I was thinking..." "That Arya Ambershire, the illegitimate daughter of the Duke of Ambershire, marries the second Prince of the country, Alexandre Clevera, is that what you're trying to say, James?" Duke Mathias interrupted with a calm smile as he looked at the Lord who smiled in return. The Lord nodded softly at the duke, before returned to address the king," It will be a fine plan, my lord the king, I am sure of that."

The Duke of York in the edible robes, blooming with perfume and polished eagles, looked like the first marshal of Florence, but the garlands and the two gold stars fastened with white silk cord showed the duke's bravery, but in fact young Henry was not old enough to he threw his heifers to the sword, and the two recluses in his neck, one showing his connectivity and the other more chosen, with silver and sapphires, was the virtue of Henry the Younger to be the crown prince. So with one foot on a step of the throne, sitting in a position required only by the negligent of the word for respect, he was already eager to sit on the throne of the monarchy, but the count did not resemble him, and sa

“Who lives there?” “His name is Xander,” Henry tells me, his voice grim. “He was…a Duke, when his brother – your father, Xavier – was King on the throne.”

"I've never seen you like this." Jonathan turned toward Godric, not sure what he meant. Whenever he looked into his older brother's face, it was like looking into a mirror except for his hair, which was far lighter than that of his older sibling. They even shared the same green eyes. How had neither of them realized they were brothers for nearly twenty-five years? The answer was painfully simple, he supposed. Godric was the Duke of Essex. Why on earth would Jonathan have even considered the possibility he was related to a duke? Or any noble house, for that matter?

someone else added incredulously. Many people now looked at Marcus and Ryan with open schadenfreude. Marcus was still on the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth, while Ryan groaned softly from where the bodyguards had left him. "I thought it was strange," announced Lord Pemberton loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The Duke clearly raised these men as future husbands for Miss Blackwood from childhood. How could the bride suddenly be someone else? Turns out some people got greedy." "Unwilling to give up the Blackwood family wealth but wanting to be with their little lover," added his wife with disgust. "The moment her mother died, they couldn't wait to let a servant step all over their mist

The Great Hall remained entirely silent. No one moved. No one spoke. The name lingered in the heavy air like a physical curse, suffocating the room. Duke Lucien Blackthorn. Killian's uncle. The King's younger brother. A man who had stood faithfully beside the throne for decades, a man whom the entire kingdom had trusted implicitly. King Aldric slowly lowered himself back onto his throne, his hands trembling slightly as the color drained from his face. "I should have seen it... all these years, the rot was right beside me."

On the day I was reborn, back at the royal bride selection, my older sister Amelia immediately claimed Lysander, the husband I'd had in my previous life. He was the serpent King's illegitimate son. Watching her cling to Lysander's arm in wild delight, I knew my sister had been reborn too. In our previous life, Amelia, the elder daughter of House Ellison, had immediately chosen Draco Ashford, the rightful heir. Draco was famously cold. He never once touched her after the wedding, then died in battle in the North less than a month later.

It seemed to Izzy that the whole of Scotia was holding its breath. Even the wind seemed to have stilled. It was then that she realized just how important it was for the mercenaries to lose here. Not only were two of the MacInnis brothers here, the heir of Sinclair, and the 2nd heir of MacDonald, but the Duke of York as well. Second in line to the crown. Gair was right, there was likely far more to this plot than any of them had guessed.

"Wait, isn't the Duke impotent?" "Huh!?" Chloe did not understand at first but then the realisation hit her all of a sudden. She also heard something like this before! Then again, when her eyes fell on the little fellow her excitement inflated. "It could be a rumour too. He has a son, remember?" Melissa followed Chloe's eyes and looked at the little boy on the bed. "But..." She still can't accept it as a total whisper. "Maybe, there is some truth in it. I mean, a word does not get out if it wasn't spoken, right?"

As I've predicted, this conversation is heading elsewhere and I think my sister's look at me is going to kill me. "Unfortunately Prince Edward, she will be my soon-to-be duchess in the north" My eyes grew big at the words, as I looked behind me to take a glance at the man who just talked. I was shocked to see the man I encountered in the garden. He handsomely walked toward us and greeted the prince with a familiarity. The Prince coughed and laughed. "How unfortunate. I hope I'll be invited to your wedding." He said to the man. My father then stood in front of Prince Edward's sight. "Now our prince, why not we continue our conversation elsewhere and leave the two alone" He invited the Prince