Novel & Cerita The Duke Wants To Have An Heir

"I actually don't know what your position is. All I know is your Father's a Duke and that you're a noble, but that doesn't matter to me." Dan could tell by her heartbeat that she was telling the truth, "Since you don't know, I'll tell you, I'm the heir to the Dukedom. This means anyone who wants to be with me would have to be able to deal with the weight of being the Duchess. Do you think you would be able to handle that?" "I'd be willing to do my best to learn!" Dan sat there for a moment, thinking everything over before he let go of Angela's hand and said to her, "Come back again tomorrow at 10."

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

"Master, you will be benefited forever. If Maiden can enter Alexander Rossi's heart, then Leonor Rossi would be easy to handle and can easily be parted from his father. Then Maiden can give birth to his heir who will take over everything." Harper thought about the idea. It's true that they lied and needed to be punished by the former Duke. However, he could easily convince him to replace his daughter with that maid. After all, the former Duke would not accept any maid to carry their heir, right? If needed, he would take all the blame and let his daughter enjoy the life! Through her, he could also be benefited. As soon as the excitement appeared, it was gone too. "But, will Anastasia agree to

“I spoke with the stable boy – he’s already brushed down my companion and given her fresh hay and water. He says she’s the finest deer he’s ever seen, though I suspect he says that to all his charges. ” A small smile touched her lips – rare for the huntress, but genuine all the same. “There’s something to be said for mortal care – they may not have our strength or knowledge, but they give their whole hearts to whatever task they undertake.” As if on cue, Hermes burst into the room moments later, his face flushed with excitement and his hands full of small treasures he’d acquired in his brief exploration downstairs. “The common room has excellent ale! And someone’s singing about heroes from T

He said I sat and waited for him to continue, there was something off about him and it was making me nervous "You will be twenty years and three by the next calendar and I know I have not really being fair in addressing matters that concern you." My papa began "The duke wants your hand in marriage and I have agreed." He dropped the bombshell The ringing in my ears refused to stop even when I shook my head to clear it

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

“I know. And not to mention, she was an heiress. If I could get her money to be mine as she weds me…” “You can pay the debt that you owe. We all know your next plan, Kennedy. Seriously, your father was a duke, why don’t you ask him about your gambling problem?” the young man said as the duke’s son grunted. “If I did that, it will be game over. So I will not succumb to my father’s wishes. He has planned for my wedding the second I conceded,” Kennedy said before his friends laughed. But marrying Caroline would not be the same? Daniel mused before he moved to the center of the ballroom as he was taking in his surroundings.

He was literally all over the moon. “The rest of you!” The Duke said. “Spread out the news about the old owner of this mansion. He evaded a lot of royal tax, right? A man of that dumb crown prince, huh? Hmm, send all the records to the second prince of Antacast. I’m sure he would make good use of it. I want him to owe me one for future purposes.” “As you will Sire!” “Oh, you can also sell this place after tonight’s ball.” He winked at the hooded men. “You can loot it at your heart’s content. Don’t forget to make so profits for us. Your wives and kids can’t have too much of good things.”

Guarding others - that’s what shapes him. “But this is our work now,” he says, gesturing to the city, to the unseen web of the Charter spreading across the land. “This is the bridge we’re building. It’s bigger. Messier. But it’s ours.” That’s correct. Now it isn’t called The Duke’s Forbidden Prophecy anymore. Not about making it through some scheme. Instead, it's about a duchy turning into a place where people belong. A promise that slowly grew into something like marriage. A vision from someone wise turned leader. Power held by a noble once sworn to guard.

His loyalty to me was still unquestionable. "Huh," he muttered under his breath. "What about her?" I asked not paying attention to his response. "You need to go and claim her now." He said loudly. I huffed in a mocking way then stood up and moved to my huge desk ignoring him. "Ducan don't ignore me!. You really should go and claim her. She's at a marriageable age and she grew up well for a bride. Also, her mother hates and hits her." He said. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, you know?. Like killing all heroes that search for our kingdom's entrance." I pointed out.