Novel & Cerita The Duke Who Didn't

"What? So they was in love with the same person?" Hermann nodded, "I heard that woman was married with another man. And the rest is history. " "What a surprise! I thought Duke is a romantic man since he choose to remaining single even after the death of the Duchess." "Duke Lancia did loved her." "I see. So, he is a man who easily fell in love." Hermann folded the paper, "Past isn't an important thing. Just focus on your upcoming debutante. We have to gather so many supporter to help you in this election."

Perhaps his main desire was to take the opportunity of making a connection with Almandine. "So we can still kill your brother? Good," said the Old Duke, standing up contentedly. Heinrich raised his eyebrows high, surprised. Heath smiled helplessly seeing the two men's reactions. "Don't worry, we'll consider it," he said to the Crown Prince but didn't stop the Old Duke from walking out of the room, ignoring Heinrich. Heinrich looked at the back of Heath, who was following the Old Duke away. He thought that these two were really hard to deal with. The Old Duke would not change his mind, while Heath… there was something odd about the young man.

He started but shut his eyes when the King whisper-yelled to him. "Enough!" How dare he? An apology is all that's needed yet this man refuses to ask for one! How insolent he is. "Do you have anything that I don't have and is worth granting you life?" The King asked, ditching all the nonsense. He wants to get it done immediately and knowing there is nothing he doesn't have that a duke has, satisfies his majestic ego. "I-I don't." The Duke spoke softly, feeling an unknown fear grip his heart. Unknown to the world outside this province, he had a daughter and the thought of not being able to bid her a goodbye was eating him up. He hated to know that she would be left alone after this.

Cornelius stood up with a smug smile and walked down from the throne platform “Being a caretaker does not entitle you to the dukedom.” “I, Cornelius Richard the fourth am first and foremost the Duke of Northington; this is my birthright, bestowed upon me by father himself and I haven’t relinquished my dukedom to anyone.” Cornelius’s smug smile widened as he asked, “Or does my half-brother remember differently?”

“Duke, I’m not here to play games. Your company is on the edge. A single misstep could cost you everything—your shareholders, your reputation… even your position as CEO.” Duke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I built that empire. I don’t need charity from the Harpers.” Alexandra’s smile widened, just enough to be dangerous. “Charity?” she echoed, voice silk over steel. “I think you’ll find that pride has a very short shelf life when your empire is crumbling.”

"Thank you so much, Sir! I will be sure to return--" "Your Grace." He corrected me. "Huh?" "Have you been living under a rock?" The Duke? As his carriage whizzed past me, blood flooded my cheeks as the realization dawned. In my dazed stupor, I had managed to miss the most crucial detail. He was handsome, yes, far more captivating than the simpering Campbell princes. He didn't need the ostentatious gold armor of fairytales; he carried himself with an air of quiet power.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

the Duke answered melancholy. I couldn't believe my ears! The Duke was going to postpone the annual hunting event just because Stavros was unavailable! Is that a joke? Is this man that important? As Duke continued to ask questions about Stavros' hobbies, family and business, I realized that I knew nothing about the man who sat beside me and was my husband! Apart from the unpleasant acquaintance with his mother and sister I knew nothing else about him. I quickly excused myself and headed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I was not feeling well. I was actually drowning.

Cough, be serious, be serious, I sat upright on the sofa, straightened my skirt, and looked up at the duke, who was leaning his forehead wearily against his hand and looking down at me, seemingly at a loss as to what to do. ‘Father, don't trouble yourself, I will arrange Inette's clothing, food, and shelter.’ In total, Ario should be thirteen years old now, and his clear, youthful voice still sounded quite sunny. It seems that the duke was not informed of Inette's adoption. It was once said in the novel that after the death of the duchess, the duke lost interest in everything, and he would not bother to adopt a girl as a tool of power. After a long silence, the duke sighed and gave in.

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.