The Duke Of Mount Deer Novels & Stories

With the Duke's blessing, he gave him an army of humans, unraveling to them it was all their plan to lure his soldiers out from the castle as Cornelius and Camellana do the loothing. Darwin has been hiding with the little infant with him. Vampire or not he doesn't have the heart to hurt the babe so he took a milk with him, into his waterskin. On Andrew's side, the Duke seated high on his lavishly gaudy solve stallion walked into the forest at the beast's naturally leisurely pace. In front of him went the clunkers. They would beat loudly on drums to frighten creatures out of hiding from under wildernesses or the thick undergrowth. The forest was abounding with game which scuttled out in bunch

he said, to which the young man immediately replied. “Understood, Your Grace!” *** In the wide palace hall, Duke Andrew walked quietly, even though almost all attention was on him. As a duke, especially his title as a Duke of Alison, Duke Andrew did not need anyone's permission to enter the palace as he pleased. But ever since he took the duke's position, Duke Andrew rarely came to the palace unless there was something very urgent. Duke Andrew wasn't the kind of guy who liked crowds. Instead of being seen by troublesome people who liked to wander around the palace, Duke Andrew preferred to visit his territory to sort out any problems that might occur there.

*Third Person* The party was in full swing, the entire world was introduced to the newly christened Duke and Duchess of Faerl. Of course, Stacie wouldn’t stay a duchess for long. Scottie beat Aranelda to the proposal, though. He stepped out onto the dance floor, Lily on his arm, as the DJ turned down the music. “And now, your new Duke of Faerl, Scott MaComb Jr would like to have everyone’s attention.”

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.

He'd never actually voiced his new title to anyone yet, it just seemed to be an odd thing to say out loud, and it brought home the godawful fact that his father had indeed died and that his life was now full of enormous responsibilities. "Yes, I am the 11th Duke of Shettleham, and I need to get home to comfort my mother and see to my guests, who I might add, includes your boss, the Chief Constable. Would you like to phone him?" Jasper held his phone out with the chief constable's private number showing on the screen. "No Sir, I don't think that will be necessary. Do you have a lock for the bike?" Jasper nodded and pulled the pillion seat up to retrieve the heavy bike lock and secured it to t

He invited the Prince and they all left. I sighed in relief and the man that I encountered laughed at me. I looked at him with confusion. "You look like you were suffocating," He said. "I uh" I can't manage to find any more words to say to him. He is the Grand Duke in the North. The one they called a monster, my soon-to-be husband. "Excuse my manners, my lady. My name is Arthur Lionel, the Grand Duke of the North"

The old man collected it and he said, “Kindly raise your right hand and read the oath. Put your names where necessary.” “I got it, Minister,” he said. Instantly, the host held a Mic close to his mouth and he began to read. (I, Sir Oliver Young, solemnly declared to discharge my duty as the Duke of Mount Olive without fear or favor. But with diligence, honesty, and justice. To give equal rights to the poor and rich. So help me God, Amen.) Afterward, he looked up from the paper and faced the Minister. The eight Dukes looked at each other and wondered whether they heard the name correctly.

Rakar will be our Duke in the nearest future. "You're back!" He grins from ear-to-ear and slaps me skittishly on my back. I notice his sandy brown hair is shaven close to his scalp, unlike me he refuses to dye his hair. Ever since the death of his father, he and his mother — my Aunt and Duchess have been living in the stone palace with us.

Then she sighed and looked back at the other nobles. "The eleventh Duke stated in the will that I shall be married in order to be a legitimate successor, is that correct?" she repeated. Everyone looked at one another before confirming it with a nod of their heads. "Indeed, Your Grace," Lord Albert said. "That is what it's said." And just like that, Violet Wintour said something that even her secretary couldn't have predicted. "Then so be it." ~*~

“You are Miss Arya, I presume? The King and Queen’s distant niece.” “That’s me . . . um, your Grace.” I bow too, just like how Arthur did, even though I have no idea who this man is and why he seems to be making things very tense. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure is mind,” he says with a smile. “I am the Duke. Arthur is my son. I’m pleased that you quite enjoy his company.” “Oh.” That makes me gape for a while. “I’m also . . . pleased.”