The Duke Of Mount Deer の小説・ストーリー

He raised a single, heavy boot and kicked the mahogany door clean off its iron hinges, sending the massive slab of wood crashing across the polished parquet floor of the solar. Inside, the air smelled of expensive, imported pipe tobacco and aged cherry wine. Duke Charles of the Southern Marches stood by the wide arched windows, his velvet robes of deep emerald green rustling as he spun around to face the intrusion. He was a man in his late fifties, his silver hair neatly coiffed and his fingers heavy with gold signet rings, but his aristocratic composure was utterly shattered. In his right hand, he held a half-burned sheet of parchment—a letter he had been frantically trying to destroy in th

"Yes, Mother. An automobile of the kind only the imperial family possesses." "Good heavens… that is undeniable proof of how precious you are to the Duke." Dorothy was almost moved to tears of pride. Vivian smirked. "The evidence is clear. Whatever I want, he provides. He treats me so differently compared to that lowly wife of his." Dorothy patted her daughter's hand. "Your father will be thrilled to hear this." "Where is Father?" "Right here." A deep voice echoed through the hall. Robert Moreau entered with a steady, composed stride.

I take off my shoes, lift the tail of my dress and follow behind the old man, who leads me to the third floor. “Welcome to Dune Woods castle, Ma’am. I am Lord Duke, the stuart, always at your service.” I did think the place looked like a castle, but its not listed anywhere in the country’s heritage sites. I guess that’s the reason the country’s most feared and wanted man stays in it. “Nice to meet you, Lord Duke. Call me Zoe, please.” He flashes me a smile. I was starting to think that is forbidden. “I will stick to Lady Maloy. I am sure you understand.”

A custom. I walked past grooms and riders, the crunch of my boots muffled by the snow. Until I spotted him near the horses— dressed in deep charcoal wool and hunter's green, his dark coat catching flecks of snow. He stood with another man, tall and broader, striking in a rugged way that made several ladies not–so–subtly look in their direction. Darren noticed me first. His expression shifted just slightly. Then he cleared his throat. "Clara," he said stiffly. "This is Lucien Blackmoor, Duke of Greymont."

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

A man in a tuxedo walked onto the stage and under the spotlight announced the official opening of the auction. My attention was immediately caught. Although I didn't have the money to participate in the auction, I couldn't help but look forward to it. The door to the private room was pushed open and Ario instinctively put me behind him, but then relaxed when he saw that it was the Duke. The Duke looked tired, and as soon as he returned, he sat down on the sofa and rubbed his temples with his fingers. "Father, just now Ulysses Woodrow came..." The Duke sat up straight and looked at me worriedly: "He saw Inette?"

He, then, stood in front of the Duke, squatted with both folded hands on his lap and laughed loudly. This shocked Edward and prompted him to stand from the seat but he could not. The Duke looked at the chair surprisingly, put his two hands on them and tried standing but to no avail. Mr Dewhurst, then, stood suddenly and pushed the chair to the wooden wall of the barn. This made the Duke hit his head on it and fall to the ground. Mr Dewhurst proceeded to walk to where the horses' feed were kept. Reaching there, he bent to put his hand in a hole that was two feet deep into the ground and brought out a familiar weapon, a knife.

I’ve seen him before but never bothered to know him or his name. But the way he looks, it seems like he’s from the upper class—a duke or marquess. I don’t really care. “Oh, I’m Duke Kian Winston from Vinland, my lady,” he introduces himself. I see, “All right, Mister Winston. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I casually replied.

However, Bob was still surprised that Alex was bold enough to sleep with a maid considering he was always asserting the rules. Bob rolled his eyes at the thought of his brother being a hypocrite. “Where did you see her?” Bob asked after another pause. “Mooncrest,” Alex answered. Mooncrest was the kingdom that the duke ruled over. It was a small kingdom with not many wolves occupying it. Most of the kingdom was made up of the duke’s castle. Small homes were boarded around the castle for the rest of the wolves that resided in the kingdom. However, the duke was dead. Marlon made sure of that when the duke had Deonna and Mateo captured and sent to the king’s holding cell.