The Duke Of Mount Deer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

I heard the trumpet sound and the voice announcing our presence behind the heavy door of the pavilion. “Introducing Duke Jude Hurst, Lord of Livingstone Castle and his daughter, Lady Dahlia Eileen Hurst, the soon-to-be bride and queen of Talandor!” Soon-to-be bride and future queen of Talandor - those are very heavy positions that were now resting heavily on my shoulder. I sighed. I need to bear it just at least for tonight.

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

While Duke Ifrit was exploring the recently discovered second floor of the dungeon, Duchess Isla was busy examining the demons' tracks. Most nobility were unable to interact with these dukes, and this event marked the first time they would meet in front of the public. "Duke Kraus, it's been a while since I've seen you. You appear to have shed some weight." Duke Deon chuckled. Duke Kraus grinned. They were both aware of the true motive for their visit. "Well, who told me I'd have such a difficult daughter? I'd lost a lot of weight dealing with her, so I came here expecting that someone else could assist me in caring for her."

Servants in black-and-white uniforms handed out champagne to the newcomers. The host of the banquet, Duke Deverell, better known as the General of the West for he won his most famous battles there, welcomed every guest with a bright smile on his rotund face. He was in his best spirits. How could he not, when his beautiful wife by his side proudly introduced their first-born son to everyone. The baby was quite big and healthy, with a board forehead and a strong grip like his father. When Katherine saw it, she turned to Nathaniel with glittering eyes. "You didn't tell me this was a Baby-Party!"

I’d like to think that he’s staring at the décor in amazement, speechless from how much he likes the place, but I can see from the small frown on his face that it’s probably the opposite. “What is that?” he demands, his chin jutting out. I follow his gaze and smile when I see what exactly caught his attention. There’s a big deer head mounted to the wall, and I nod. “Sassy told me that her dad,Xander , really loves to hunt, so he must have caught that himself.” Duke sniffs and clears his throat as he continues looking around, a small scowl on his face as he does. “It’s different from what I thought it’d be like,” he grumbles.

Ari screams, pulling her mate back. “That 'dead guy' was my father. Monty’s father, your grandfather, and your mother’s mate. Have respect,” Anderson demands. “Yes, sir,” Duke again looks down at the floor. “Are you okay?” Ada gets up from the chair to check on him. “I’m fine, My Duchess. Just a little winded,” Duke tells her, hugging her. “Need me to kiss a boo-boo?” Ada teases, making him smile. “Come to think about it,” He points to the top of his head before leaning down.

Allowing them entrance, a stable boy took Pedro's reigns from Declan stating that he would be fed and sheltered. “Duke Declan of House Storm, Lord Aren of House Silver Mountain, I welcome you on behalf of his royal majesty - come I will escort you to his office,” A man in a smart grey tunic spoke, the Ehlesaar Crest of a White Wolf howling at a silver moon with three claw marks tearing through the moon was embroidered on his left shoulder. He bowed his head politely to the duo. He had never accepted the dukedom of his house… how dare the king call him by a title he did not earn… He clenched his free hand that was not resting on the hilt of his sword under his cloak.

They waited where they were standing until the group approached them. “I am Simon the Duke of Sussex; may I speak to your leader?” Duke Simon’s voice was pleasant to listen to. His smile is alluring, making him more gorgeous and elegant looking. Somehow Dareon felt a few strings of jealousy in his heart. “So this is the Duke of Sussex that the Lycan Princess was supposed to get married with.” He thought while looking at the man fiercely.

Never! To their surprise, Eduard says, “The Duke has every right to ask for something in return for this task.” “Thank you, Emperor Visserion,” Dmitri says. Eduard smirks. The Duke of a small country wants Mount Veneer? As if that can ever happen! “You talk big,” Eduard says. “Fine. If you manage to bring me the Alpha’s head, I will hand over Mount Veneer to you.”