The Duke Of Mount Deer 소설 & 이야기

"Sire! Your Grace!" called out a young man, chasing after the Old Duke who was about to mount his horse to return to the Duchy. When the Old Duke turned his head, he saw a young man with grey hair. That man was Jake Scolecite, who immediately introduced himself to the Old Duke. "Madam Goldlane has made a deal with me." The Old Duke let the man talk about the deal he made with Harriet and nodded in understanding. "So you want to come with me to the North and arrange things from there?" asked the old man.

"I have no interest in your crown, Your Highness. We both know, though, that you weren't exactly daddy's first choice." Aaron flinched. The kid had caught him off guard. Aaron was never caught off guard. "The word is that the House of Beaumont has a new duke." There was something in the way Bart spoke. He was enjoying the irritation on Aaron's face, clear evidence that he had struck a nerve. He leaned in closer. "I'm sure you know him well, Your Highness. Duke James Beaumont," Bart said, slow and deliberate. The two young men locked eyes and glared fiercely. Then Aaron's face relaxed into a smile and he gestured towards the seat next to him.

Huxley hiccuped and stood nervously, “Of course, I would get sad your grace!” Duke Raziel nodded, “Good answer. Now leave.” Huxley trembled, looking at the door, and gulped. Taking all the courage, he continued, “But the duchy is at stake, your grace. You can not delay your work anymore.” Duke Raziel inhaled deeply and gnawed in his teeth, “I am the duke. Of course, I can do what I want.” His attendant nodded, “Yes, of course, you’re right, your grace. But you have duties.”

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

At the sofa directly facing my desk, sat the Duke of Leviathan, holding a cup of tea as he laughed another round. He was so big and bulky that he was occupying the whole sofa itself. Adjacent to him was a solo sofa chair, there sat Drew who seemed to be sharing some things with the Duke and laughed equally. Once my step echoed through the room, only then did they stop laughing and looked at my direction. “Good morning, Duke Ruther of Leviathan. And to my cousin.” I greeted with formality and confidence as I bowed my head to the Duke of Leviathan. Aside from the fact that he was a lot older than me, his dukedom was also a lot older than mine so, respect is a must.

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.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

“We need to reach the castle before nightfall.” Carbius nodded, though his expression was thoughtful. “Castle?” he asked, confused. Athos hesitated for a moment, as if deciding what to say. “There’s something I haven’t told you yet,” he admitted, his voice soft. “I’m not just a traveler, Carbius. I am… a duke.” Carbius widened his eyes in surprise. “A duke?” he repeated, trying to process the information. Athos nodded, his expression serious. “Yes. I am the Duke of Arvendon, one of the most important provinces in the kingdom.”

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.

His potted histories were entertaining. A few minutes later, the gates came into view and Felix headed his team in that direction. Margaret saw a horseman pulled up by the carriage drive a little way ahead. His face clearly registered recognition of the Duke's curricle and the figure driving it. M then his eyes passed to her and stopped. At five and twenty, Margaret had long grown used to the effect she had on men, particularly certain sorts of men. As they drew nearer, she saw that the gentleman was impeccably attired and had the same rakish air as the Duke. The rider held up a hand in greeting and she expected to feel the curricle slow. Instead, it flashed on, the Duke merely raising a han