The Duke Of Mount Deer Novels & Stories

Merry nodded happily; she hadn't been there in a long time. During the ride, Regina just stared silently at the glass window next to her. Until they happened to pass a handsome, well-built man riding a horse. "Merry, do you recognize this man riding in our carriage?" asked Regina without turning to Merry. Merry's face fell in shock when she saw the man the lady was referring to. "It's Grand Duke Hertian Mertia." "It turns out that the Grand Duke is a handsome man in this kingdom," Regina said, looking closely at the man who had started to move away from their carriage.

“And three racetracks. He also employs numerous jockeys.” “And I own three, and they do very badly, but I adore them and shan’t be buying any more,” the duke declared, lifting his glass. “To sentimental purchasing,” Sir McKythe declared, also lifting his drink. I raised mine as well, more than happy to bring sentimentality into it. It might just find me a regular. It was already clear Lord Logan wasn’t very impressed. As the duke congratulated me on my recent record-breaking unveiling, the lord gave a quick nod and wandered over to join the other two men at the window watching the race.

The Duke cut his servant unfinished sentences and shrieked, "Prepare the carriage now!" "My Lord, plea--," "Just do it, Albert!" The Duke ran as fast as he can through an opened door on his study room. After losing his deary wife, he can't lose his daughter too. If possible, he can traded his life for Cecilia. Armano's heart felt like been squeezed by a cold hand. He realized that there are nothing more important than his beloved Cecilia. He was already in the entrance door where Cecilia get out from her carriage.

We were standing at far from ball room gate but somehow Tara and Albert managed to cut trough crowd but we were so misfortunate that before we could reach door an elderly looking couple approached Albert and Tara with their bright teeth smile. “Hello there…..” old man who was neatly dressed in pure white colored suit said with his cheeky smile. “What a lovely couple you both are” that person added ‘Oh no….’ I said in my mind and kept my head down like a servant. Tara and Albert were not astonished since they had talked to many other people here. “Ahhh…. Thank you mister…..” Albert said in his mature tone “Nathaniel …. my name is Duke Nathaniel of Maraza kingdom” he said in his arrogant tone

Julian de Montfort, the Duke of Westminster, stood framed in the entrance, dressed in a crisp safari suit that looked strikingly out of place amid the squalor and heat. Behind him stood ten heavily armed men, their weapons clearly visible. “Duke,” Mavric said, straightening up and clenching his fists tightly at his sides. “You travelled all this way… just for a piece of silver jewellery.” “Jewellery?” The Duke laughed, his voice smooth yet chillingly dangerous. This is the key to reshaping the entire world order, Mavric. With the Scorpion System, I can wipe out the national debts of any country I choose to favour… and bankrupt those foolish enough to refuse to bow to my will.

I walked in with a smile on my face to meet him before turning to where his visitor sat "Hello, it is a pleasure to have you here. I am Guinevere Pedro, fiancée to the duke." The man was about average height and definitely middle aged, he had on glasses and when he stood it showed that he had a pudgy stomach. I did not think this was someone the duke would associate with not to talk of sharing drinks and laughter. The man bent and kissed the back of my hand before his head and pinning me with a withering stare.

"She looks sexy... inviting eyes, bewitching face, and yet so naive." "Right? I'm sure that asshole Leander won't be able to resist her." "I bet he will eat her pussy up for lunch, dinner, and breakfast the next day. Is she a virgin, though?" Lawrance shrugged, "How would I know. She'll tell him she's one, of course." "Leander?" They looked displeased at my question. "The Duke of Mountbatten, Leander Vance Bauer," Lawrance replied, "How come you don't know him? Didn't you say you were from Mountbatten?"

“George, you have a complex mind, but you can’t hide it from me. You’re actually the same as Harold. Both of you don’t like that woman.” “But she’s my mother. Nobody can change that.” George sounded very indifferent. “I just want to ask you something. Will Mom marry into the Winters family one day?” “No,” Duke answered coldly. He never had the thought of getting married. If he did not have his two sons, perhaps he would have a business marriage to continue the Winters family bloodline. However, he did not need to do that now. He would rather live alone for his whole life than marry Dew.

However, as it was quite an understood thing that York and Alexandra should both have their particular apartments both at Belview and at Hugo, his grace of Tivoli acquiesced in the alteration, and was only glad that so notable a whist-player should have joined the party. Matthew, Duke of York, was the second son of the King, and had been living for the last few years in a sort of retirement consequent upon the a serious scandal. He had lately been reinstated as Commander-in-Chief, and at this present date, when Miss Tellaro had the honor to be presented to him, he seemed to be in excellent spirits, and not at all the sort of man who could be suspected of selling Army promotions through the m

His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly. She didnt recognize the duke from some photograph in a history book. She knew far too much about him. She knew everything. Like how the royal ladies-in-waiting swapped bawdy jokes about the sad size of the dukes scepter. About how hed lost that eye (hunting accident, on a trip hed joined to appease the king). And about how right now, the duke was going to send in the girls whom hed preselected as suitable marriage material for the twelve-year-old king waiting inside.