The Duke Wants To Have An Heir Novels & Stories

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

"Aria, I love you. How could you think I would let anyone banish you from North Hiltonwood?" She cried, "Perhaps you would do everything you could to stop it, but Andrew, that would be the council's decision, not yours." I knew she was right. This rule existed, and my parents were adamant about having an heir. "Aria," I sighed, hugging her again and caressing her back. "I didn’t know what to do, Andrew," she continued. "I know, and I understand," I replied finally. "But you don’t need to worry, Aria. You are my wife, and I have no intention of letting you go. We will face this together, and we will find a solution, I promise," I said earnestly.

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

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.

"You don't want to marry Lana then why are you." "I never said I wanted to or will marry her."He clarified. "But your uncle-..."She began. "He wants me to,he thinks it's best for me." "What do you want?"His aunt asked. Good question.What does he want,a beautiful red head slip into his head."I think it's time I get married,I'm not getting any younger." "Is Lana really the woman you see yourself spending the rest of your life with." No he thought."She'll make a good trophy wife."

"That's good. You know when to strike and when to retreat." "Thank you for the compliment, Duke." Sydnee beamed at him. The Duke just smiled gently at her and pat her head. "When you graduated college, I'll announce an official heiress. For now, just endure the troubles in the mansion." "It's not worth mentioning. Catarina would always pick fight, but I could still control her."

"Your Highness, we are aware of your power and abilities. You are definitely strong and powerful –" "Please get to the point Duke." The prince cut him off, causing the Duke to sigh and then looked at him with all seriousness. "We wanted you to sire an heir, Your Highness." The Duke said and everyone, except Alex's men, looked at the prince with a severe and almost pleading gazes. "You are the only true royalty left. And now you're going off to war… if something happens to you –" "Nothing will happen to me." Alex said. The curiosity and interest in his eyes were gone. He was obviously disappointed that this was the crucial problem the Duke was talking about.

She would never win him on that, so… "My dear, we can solve this combat if you promise me something…" the shameless Duke said without caring the audience hearing, "a baby as cute as you." Emma blushed and couldn't help but imagine their life together with a baby. 'No… I should focus.' "However, we have to start the making very hard for at least a month, what do you say, my dear?" Emma was about to lose it again. "You are a shameless dragon!" The crowd was laughing out loud from the teasing of the Duke. They couldn't believe that such an indifferent man that was known for his cold expression and dangerous methods, to be so flirty with his wife.

Dominic replied. "You are the only one who will inherit the dukedom. You lead me no choice but to find our long-lost relative to find the next in line. But I'd be glad to hear you change your mind. It's not yet too late," Duke Azrael seconded his wife's sentiment. "I have to excuse ourselves for a moment. I need to go to the lavatory," says Duchess Suzanne as she excused herself. Then, the duke followed his wife, leaving Dominic, who was busy staring at the baby.

One wrong move and you’ll kill it. “You look like a happy family, your grace!” Mr. Martini suddenly came out from the kitchen, holding a bowl of vegetables. “Do you have any plans of having a child someday?” He added, and Vienna could hear a strangled noise in Duke Raziel’s throat. Vienna smirked at how speechless he was and Avelina came in to answer for them. “Of course…the duke needs an heir. Right, your grace?” Duke Raziel glanced at Lady Vienna, “Right.”