Romans & histoires The Duke Of Mount Deer

But he had a questionable personality. "It will be beneficial to both of us. The Maximillan and Terrence duchies are now at odds over the diamond mine in Lostfall Mountain. The diamond mine will greatly benefit the financial system," Alexander said, his arms crossed. "If the young duchess marries me, the Maximillan duchy will have the mine." "And the duke will find a suitable marriage partner because he is of marriageable age," she added. "That's correct." Alexander Terrence was not present in the plot himself as well, but he was mentioned several times. He was known as the mad duke and was assassinated by his younger half-brother, the next duke of the South Terrence Duchy. However, nothing

Lucas thought to himself, absorbing the implications of Martha's explanation. "Even though the duke of Windsor is the only duke in the empire, he has supporters in the court, much like the two grand dukes. All three of them play significant roles in the empire due to their influence and military power, particularly the grand duke of Adelstein," Martha added, writing their names on the blackboard to emphasize their importance in the empire's political landscape.

People around them clapped and began whispering about their dance as the Duke went to talk to other nobles. "Puwaaaahh!" Her nerves were so nervous she forgot how to breathe properly. The Duke of Polvaros, otherwise known as The First in his line. Duke Reynold Devine was the Military General in the war that happened in the past between the human and insurgent monsters that tried to invade the western border of The Brightheil Kingdom. This was even before King Albus declared hostility towards the humans. He slew 500 monsters with his brigade. Because of the Duke's excellent performance on the battlefield, he was awarded a title and given a fief that is now known as the 4th largest city that r

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

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.