The Duke Who Didn't Novels & Stories

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

"I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles." "Because he's so hateful?" "Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week and walk away without a scratch. He is rarely provoked into calling anyone out, but does not flinch from anyone foolish enough to call him out. He's a fierce, savage adversary, as well as an excellent military strategist. That's not all..." Jonathan grimaced. "He has a reputation as a rakehell and rogue, to boot. Cass, he seduces women," he said when she just stared at him blankly.

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

They are also competitive with their businesses like silk trade, shops, and libraries, with territories passing the border down the south. Duke Raziel Valen Donovan had just recently taken over his father's position as a duke as it was reported that his parents passed away during a business trade. Considering the fact the newly appointed duke did not have siblings, he's surely alone. Heading to get her horse, Stellan, she saw him at the stables, drinking some water.

Duke Maine looked to Queen Mary with interest. "Does Your Majesty know the Duke of Copia?" The Queen cleared her throat so subtly one would have to be an expert in reading people to have noticed it and replied with a practiced smile, "No I regret that, as you are aware Johnathan, the crown is still very much unfamiliar with that part of the country." Unfortunately for their Majesties, Duke Maine, having been a noble all his life, was something of an expert in reading people when it suited his purposes. He nodded briefly and replied, "Even so, surely Your Majesties are aware of the recent passing of a duke of Terres Somnia?"

Yes Henry wants Duke to marry so that his wife will be by his side to take care over the Duke but he never wants Duke to marry for his revenge. That's why the Duke didn't tell his grandfather. "Why are you quiet now? Won't you show me my grandchild's face before I die? Duke I don't want to leave you alone and die like this. If I die like this, I won't be at peace," Henry said in a haughty voice.

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.

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.