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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.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

"I was just, um, doing some light reading." "Light reading?" Hazel snorted. "That's what we're calling 'The Duke's Forbidden Desire' these days?" I shot Hazel a look, but Mom just laughed. "Don't judge until you've read chapter seven. That Duke knows his way around a-" "Mom!" I felt my face heating up. "Maybe we keep the Duke's talents to yourself?" "Oh, please. You're not twelve anymore." She patted the bed beside her. "Come sit with me. Tell me about your trip."

His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly. She didnt recognize the duke from some photograph in a history book. She knew far too much about him. She knew everything. Like how the royal ladies-in-waiting swapped bawdy jokes about the sad size of the dukes scepter. About how hed lost that eye (hunting accident, on a trip hed joined to appease the king). And about how right now, the duke was going to send in the girls whom hed preselected as suitable marriage material for the twelve-year-old king waiting inside.

Five minutes later, they arrived at the Duke's room. Anxiously, Duke Martin opens his room as he tries to calm his palpitating pulse. "Feel free to go around inside my room, Your Highness. I am sure you want to know what's inside my room. So, I am showing it to you, Your Highness." Dreadfully, the Duke says. Wasting no time, Prince Julian shoves the Duke out of the door, and His Highness barges inside. His eyes scan all over the room, and he finds no clues since the Duke's room is rather clean and plain.

“We should start with the serving staff,” Ada tells Duke. “Start with overlap of last night, this morning, and tonight.” “Good thinking,” Duke heads to his office. “I have all that on my computer.” “You have an office and computer already?” Ada asks. “I do. I have been doing the job of Grand Duke for about a year, I guess,” Duke tells her. “I can do it from anywhere. I chose to live here.” “So, if Emma and I want to travel?” Ada asks almost flirting.

She pulled one of the books she borrowed from the library onto her lap and tried to read—but the words blurred on the page, her mind too full, too loud. A soft knock broke the silence. It was one of the maids. “Would you like to come down for lunch, Miss Selene?” “I’m not feeling well,” she replied faintly. “Just a sandwich and some juice, please. In my room.” The door closed again, leaving her in quiet isolation. If only she could leave this place altogether, she would. Downstairs, Duke was already pacing outside his mother’s room, the morning papers folded tightly in his hands. The bold headlines screamed the story that had broken the internet the day before.

I would trade my soul for such loyalty in friends or family. Ben turns to me and holds out his hand. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I walk to him, placing my palm against his, and welcoming his fingers closing firmly around mine. “Allow me the honor of introducing my wife, Skye.” “According to your letter I expected her to be a toad,” The duke says. “Pleasantly surprised to discover she’s not.” “I didn’t describe her in my letter.” “Exactly.”

There was a double seat in one window where she sat reading another tome until the torches were blown out one by one until she was reading in the limited candlelight. The book was wrenched from her hands by a pair of large hands. The duke sat opposite of her and used her smaller candle to light the larger one which she had not noticed was by the window to illuminate the area. The duke smiled. "Why are you still awake? It's not the best for your health if you stay up so late waiting for me to return. Only the duchess does such things if I have done some things to upset her. It frightens me to see people like this."

DUCHESS 20 Why are there so many unusual things that are happening today? Did I do something? Did I offend some kind of deity or a god to deserve all of these things that are not in my schedule or on the usual things that are happening to me? But no matter, I will handle it and internalize it all after I settle the business with the Duke of Leviathan--- Duke Ruther. As I was doing a little narrative here, inside my head, he was busy telling stories while his stomach bellowed with laughter--- his shoulders shaking at the same time. “Oh I still remember that time when you would always hide behind your mother whenever I visit. Apparently, my stature was too intimidating to you back then that yo