The Duke Of The Mount Deer Novels & Stories

"The Martial Tournament is coming, that will be our chance. That woman is only a pretty face, nothing more. The mighty race of dragons is not that shallow." "Yes, you are right. She could even be eaten there. Hahahaha" The three had long lost their senses in their little schemes. They were young and proud after all. However, the more observant of the group, the older ones could quickly recognize the gem and the aura from the new Duchess. They would better keep their tongues inside their mouths in fear and precaution. "Ladies, you better be careful. That woman is the wife of the Duke, and he is not someone to be mocked or taken lightly."

What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them. Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

Alexis sighed and comforted Kendra, “Don’t be angry, Miss Miller. He is Lendon Martin, the duke of England. Who can punish him even if you call the police?” Yes, Lendon was a duke. It said that he would lead world politics and business in the future. Kendra knew officials in her country would treat Lendon well. How could she punish him?

“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.

“I just returned from Ducroft, giving my condolences to the new king on the death of his wife but here you are, still alive and well. You are also the pregnant wife of someone else apparently but I’m sure you have a reasonable explanation for that, don’t you?” “There are certain things you shouldn’t pry into, Duchess Everon but thank you for lending us your carriage into Polivia,” Natalia replied. “Who is that man? A personal knight? No, he looks like a beastman,” she guessed, her eyes burning with curiosity. “It’s rude to call a werewolf a beastman. He’s the only reason your carriage has not yet been attacked by bandits or wild animals. Be grateful.” “I shall apologize for my rudeness when

she concluded and cheered up before walking into the house. At Mount Olive Village “Who are those people?” The Duke barked after Tim and his men left. “The government must have sent them to destroy Oliver's house since he is a nuisance,” one of them explained and the Duke loved it. He was glad that he was recognized as the Duke by the government at last. Presently, the late Duke, Sir Toby Young was still recognized as the Duke of Mount Olive Village. He had tried to wrangle his way into the heart of the central government but his manipulation stopped at the village level.

The Duke tapped his temple. His younger brother almost lost his patience. However, he simply slipped out a scroll and parted it open, placing it just before the older man. "Edward Vizal," he began, "Duke of St Ives. He will be hosting one of those men's parties he hosts whenever he feels like bedding foreign women." "Foreign women," Mathayus's glower deepened to a solemn glare of frustration. He was talking about the seal of Kilmarnock and Nichols was…

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.