Novel & Cerita Sage Duke

he asked cautiously. Selene nodded. "Due to the war, the budget must be restructured," Charlie repeated. Everyone in the room watched her, convinced she was merely distracted by thoughts of the Duke. However, Selene spoke with a chilling clarity. "Before we restructure anything, we must first determine the full extent of the Duke's assets." Charlie nodded. "I have already calculated that." "No. Something is missing." The room fell silent. Charlie knit his brows. "What do you mean, my lady?"

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.” Naraja felt two pokes come in from behind him and there he saw stood a little girl, Sunshine, looking no older, nor younger than 8 years old with two big 360-hoops in her hair fidgeting with the embroideries on her gothic long sleeve dress. Naraja took a closer examination of the dress and saw that it had a Victorian vintage tinge to it, but he had no idea as to how he knew that. Sunshine was an interesting girl, was what Naraja thought of, especially based off of her introduction a second ago, but even still with that one introduction that always shows a first-impr

The air was thick with unspoken negotiations and veiled intentions, each word exchanged with calculated precision. The soft clinking of silverware against porcelain filled the air, but my mind remained alert. Then, the Duke’s voice rang out. "I must say," he mused, lifting his glass, "I am truly glad that my daughter has befriended the future Luna of Angentha." The room stilled. Rosana’s fingers tightened around her fork. "Future Luna?" she repeated, her voice smooth but sharp. The Duke nodded. "Naturally. Lady Sage is the fated mate of our dear crown prince. That makes her the next Luna, does it not?"

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

The Duke’s carriage stopped in front of a giant arch. Fredrich helped the princess descend the carriage and they both stared at the Beldania Memorial. It was a mass grave with a single mausoleum that housed the deceased former duke and the other nobles who died during the invasion. It was properly maintained since it was a historical site but it didn’t take away the fact that it was a graveyard.

Especially not after reading everything that had turned up in the internet search she’d done the night before as soon as she’d got home. Cedric Blackwood, the Seventh Duke of Springbrook, appeared to be a notorious playboy, and had the reputation to prove it. Which, honestly, did not surprise her. That he was also the head of a worldwide, high-risk venture-capital firm did. She knew next to nothing about playboys, but had always assumed that they cared more about parties than they did about business, though it seemed that the Duke of Springbrook was an exception. Then again, given his behaviour the night before and what she knew about him now, that shouldn’t be a surprise either. He was clea

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.

"Sir?" "Clear my schedule. I want the entire week of Country L’s Brilliant City University graduation free." There was a pause. "Yes, sir. That’s about five weeks from now. Shall I assume we’re flying there?" Duke tapped the surface of his desk thoughtfully. "Yes. And prepare an offer for her, employment at the Fleming House of Hope. The highest package we’ve ever extended. Housing. Research grants. The works." "Of course. Shall I include a diplomatic envoy?"