The Duke Of Mount Deer Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said as he handed it to him. The duke opened it and read over it quickly. ‘Dear Duke of Salicera, It was brought to my attention that you were still not able to find your duchess, this fact has gotten me worried. As I mentioned before, the Winter Hunt is a very important event this year and I do not wish for anything to disturb the occasion. I just wanted to remind you that if your wife or anyone else has any plans for the Hunt, it would be foolish and dangerous to go through with them.

“Dear Duke Marcus Karlson, I’m Berk Hill, The Infantry Captain is present. I would like to report that the plan to open the tunnel through Mount Dan has been prepared. Please wait for your orders to start working.” The man was sitting behind the desk with his back to the back. Long white hair was tied neatly behind, a handsome face always maintained a smile on his lips, and there were a few faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. It could be seen that this person was not young, but it was impossible to guess exactly how old he was. The round glasses with a gold chain looped around his neck made him look even more like a learned scholar. The black coat with medals attached to the left c

I felt my chest tighten, dragging the muscles around my chest until it felt so suffocating I parted my lips for a breath of air. “ Hello, Nevabi.” I forced a smile, and tilted my head respectfully. “ Sorry, Mr…” “ Declan Mount,” he replied, took my hand and planted a kiss on my hand. “ You dazzle.” “ Thank you, but something tells me you've mistaken me for someone dear to you…” He chuckles. “ Dear? Not necessarily. Just one of my finest girls.” “ You say it like they're many?” I feign ignorant and surprised. He nods playfully, lips twitching in a smile. “ Would you believe me if I told you that I run pleasure houses all over the country like a business chain?”

I could tell. He didn't bid on anything else for the rest of the night and as soon as the auction ended everyone stood up, some of them still buzzing about the violin. I walked towards Valerian ready to toast him for that stupid spend when two people suddenly approached us. The Duke and Duchess. Up close, they were scary. The Duke looked at Valerian, then his sharp eyes landed on me. The Duchess smiled, but it was a cold smile. "Mr. Ashford," the Duke said, his voice dry. "A bold purchase."

Maybe Emma really was the key to find the Pearl. The Duke marched back to his study, followed by two of his Captains. He commanded them to regroup the army right away and moved them to the south without startling the snakes. From the time being, he had only been using the ones on the Capital and his Dukedom to lead the search on Uriel, but now, he feared that a battle will start inside the Country, and he should be prepared. … The atmosphere in the Dukedom was gloomy, many knights and soldiers were moving in and out of the study and the barracks of the Dukedom. They all have tired faces but didn't dare to stay idle.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

“To have garnered his attention… be cautious. Be grateful.” He never saw it coming. Built on careful steps, every move stayed tight. Thankfulness didn’t enter the picture - never once crossed his mind. Midday brought the arrival of the Duke's carriage. Sleek and black, it carried no insignia yet felt imposing just standing there. When they helped me climb in, my eyes drifted toward him - he sat high on a large, shifting black horse close by, talking quietly with Captain Alex Starwood. Dressed once more for riding, clad in deep leather and gleaming footwear, he wore authority like a second skin. Not once did he turn his gaze in my direction. Locked in place like freight, I waited. Romance had

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

Mason asked one more time. “Sounds like you need help mate. Tell you what, why don’t you come with me and let us witness the marriage first hand” Considering he was oblivious to his surrounding, it was logically understandable that he could just follow the man wherever he went and hopefully tried to get acquainted with the environment.They had arrived at the duke’s palace; Mason was overwhelmed by the number of people seated across the room and wondered what the title DUKE stands for as this was his first time having a grasp of that entire word. They all stood up, and Mason followed the protocol too and he noticed a man entered and the moment the man took his seat, everyone sat down. Mason d

I don't want to marry your son. "I understand but I realized from my recent visit to the duchy that my father was not handling it well, there was a rampant embezzlement that had started since my grandfather had passed away. I'm not asking to be handed the title of the duke but I hope until a proper heir can be bestowed the title, you would allow me to handle the affairs of the duchy as the acting duke. After all, my father is not of Garrick blood and other than me, none of his heirs are of Garrick blood." I replied. "Lady Audrey, I understand that you are concerned with your duchy's well being but we cannot remove the current duke without any valid reason." Prime Minister Zeno interceded.