Rescue The Grand Duke Best Reward Novels & Stories

The journalists were like sniffer dogs when it came to the Bartovia royal family and it would be risky even being seen talking to her. But it would be well and truly worth it if he could achieve what he wanted. Federico knew it just by looking at her. The old saying might have it that revenge was a dish best served cold, but the sort of revenge Federico had in mind was going to be hot, blazingly so, for he had a score to settle with that vixen and he knew where it would be settled best. Right in his royal bed. A palace official approached, and Federico exchanged a few words with him. He narrowed his gaze and scanned the crowd, looking for a flash of baby-pink chiffon or platinum-blonde hair,

I got to see the sick elderly of this kingdom and helped them a bit, also my brother who seemed to want me for a concubine realized how sick his own idea was. All the women who were spared were happy with the generals they were with. This place now felt like home to me and I accepted it as my kingdom. If I had to go through all those bad things to be where I was today, then I would do it again willingly because I was happy to stand by Ducan's side and hold his hand whenever he required my closure. I instantly opened my eyes when a bright light shone. The light began dimming and everything on the map began to show. Even the place the sword was, it was marked x, with the words below holy sword

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.

“Yes, Your Grace. I have healed her wound, she just needs to rest. As you know, magic takes a toll on people who cannot use it, so she will probably need a few days to regain her consciousness.” “Thank you, Doctor.” “I will take my leave then, Your Grace.” The doctor bowed and left the office. The duke leaned back in his chair, pensive. ‘I have a feeling something might come out of this unexpected encounter.’ He did not linger long on the thought because he was interrupted by a knock. Victor opened the door and walked in while pulling the little boy from earlier. “Pardon me, Your Grace. I brought the boy.” “Ah yes, come in boy.” Geoffrey walked frigidly toward the duke’s desk. “How is the in

Chilling. Lord Sawyer’s mask cracked as he stepped forward, his voice ringing sharp in the hall. “And so, the Grand Duke is no more.” His hand seized Elara’s arm, yanking her roughly away from the corpse she clung to. “By marriage, I claim not only his daughter, but his seat, his lands, his wealth. All is mine now.” The nobles gasped again, scandal and fear colliding in whispers. Elara’s head snapped toward him, her tear-streaked face fierce with disbelief. “You vile—”

Hertia held he wife's shoulders gently and signaled he to go home immediately. "How about 2000 gold coins? It's the last offer I can make." Regina grabbed Hertia's hand that was still on her shoulder. Cudo looked at Hertia who was already standing behind his wife, the Grand Duke could be seen sighing with a resigned look on his face for Cudo.

I promise, "I will pay you both handsomely for freeing my people from this terror." The corners of Primus' mouth twitch upward, his mind sparking with thoughts of adventure and fortune. Carnelia looks at the map, twisting her hands, hungry for the freedom this adventure promises. "Do you agree to help me?" I implore, pressing my hands together as if in prayer. "I know it is asking a lot for you to add so much time to your trip. But if the reports of my people are to be believed, the dragon should have a treasure that is quite vast. Far more than you can carry on horseback.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

“My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.” Dukia couldn’t speak, she was just gawking. “He regrets everything that happened,” James continued, holding the umbrella above her head, “more than you can possibly imagine. He would like to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. He would like to give you what is yours.” He brought out a picture from his breast pocket, Dukia took it with trembling fingers. A little girl of about six years old, grinning on a swing. Her father’s hands pushing her from behind and her mother waving from a garden chair.