The Fallen Duke And The Knight Who Hated Him Novel Novels & Stories

How could he possibly endure such humiliation? Hans Dickson was nothing more than a lowly knight—how dare he manipulate him like this? How dare he! “Your Majesty, this Hans Dickson is nothing more than a silver-tongued scoundrel, deceitful and treacherous. Just moments ago, he claimed to have a private relationship with Miss Miranda, and now he suddenly changes his story, pinning all the blame on me to climb the social ladder. Your Majesty, such a duplicitous and venomous man cannot be trusted! Miranda was indeed involved with him—this is indisputable! I beg Your Majesty to deliver a fair judgment!”

“It was made to look like an accident. A fall from a horse. But I knew. I found the evidence - a tampered bridle, a paid-off stable hand. I took it to my brother, the King. He saw the truth. And he told me to let it go.” That anger never warmed. It stayed frozen, sharp enough to cut after all those years. Names mattered too much. Too many of them tangled in the dark. One spark could crack the whole realm apart. He called it duty. Said I had to stand like armor, even if it crushed me. So I put her into the ground. Then I buried the part of myself that still hoped for fairness. Now they call me the Duke of Ashes. The walls around me aren’t meant to block others. They hold back what burns insid

It was the kind of glare that was filled with a terrifying feeling, fear was what the hearts of the knights filled, anger was what the Duke's eyes transmitted. It was no secret that the knights of the Duke were the biggest enemies of the luriems. They despised them with their lives, therefore, they were the ones to raised more complaints about having a luriem as their Duchess. Even with the wonderful feats the rumors talked about. Even if the Duke was infatuated with her. Even if Master Jin and the Crown of Avalor had already accepted her. They were still resentful for the many deaths in the war. The luriems never felt resentful and used many tricks, dirty and lowly tricks. Not honorable war

"He doesn't love me. He probably doesn't even want me." He hesitated, dropped the pen and put his fingers together, making a steeple. "You never believed in love, why care about it now?" "But you believe in it. Oh good heavens! Our whole family believes in it." The Fitzgeralds and the Gallaghers lived for love, why would no one care about hers? "I also believe in nobility and conduct." He thumped his forefinger on the table as he spoke, then pointed the same at the closed door. "The Duke is noble enough to own up to his mistake and take responsibility for you."

A young man, which Duke Kensington recognised as a Knight working for the Knights mansion based on the insignia on his uniform was following her around. Duke Kensington didn't approach her at first but went about to finish his business. When he was done, he didn't see her anywhere in the shop. However, as he was about to leave the shop, he noticed the same Knight standing outside, possibly still waiting for her. Duke Kensington then walked back in to look for her and after few minutes of searching, he found her sitting down on the floor, in front of the paints' section.

She found the coat around her shoulders warmer than her drapes, even his voice that seemed familiar brought warmth in her heart. She raised her head and saw a handsome man, almost the same skin color as her, with ink black hair standing next to her. 'Who might he be? His voice was so familiar to my ears. Especially those red eyes ...' "Insolence! How could a brat like you tell us what to do?! Tessa! Call all the knights and throw this bastard out of the gates!" The Duke yelled angrily. No one dared to talk back to him like this before. Why? Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family.

I didn't want to be separated from him at all, but I knew that that time would soon come due to our differing schedules. "Uhm...." I began, "what are you going to do at the Council?" "Duke Percy and I are having a bit of a fallout," he answered, making my brows furrow in doubt. "Is it really considered a 'small fallout' if the Council gets involved?" "Well, he tried to kill me so, I had every right to hit him." I sat up as I looked at him in shock. "You hit the Duke!?" He rolled his eyes and pulled me back to rest on him. "I thought that you would be more shocked that he tried to kill the King. That's treason right there."

I nodded my head in thanks, wishing I could give him a coin that I did not have. The tavern was lively, windows covered in cloth with holes. Peering inside, there was one man with decent clothing on his body. "And then the little bitch slit the Duke's throat! He was furious!" My guess is that this man was Enoch, giving out such detailed information. "Let me tell you, he picked a good one. A fighter she is. I knew it the day I brought her in. She took my fangs like a champ. I didn't numb nor heal the thing. On top of that, she was gorgeous, but the Duke swore off anyone to touch her. I couldn't believe he lasted as long as he did!" Enoch chugged a glass of fermented blood. Dribbling down his

" Duke was... Her first mate and he ultimately betrayed her for his greed for power. She believed that he loved her but all he wanted was That man's power she held inside of her." That man must have been Nathan but this was another tragedy I wasn't aware of. The way love can be used to hide one's true objectives and motives is always terrifying. "So Duke has control of the south chapters? Why so much bloodshed and death then?" "Because... It's his way of weeding out the weak... Now get some rest, it's been a long journey."

How can he just forget, when she was his whole world, the reason he strived to become much more stronger. In his entire life, he has never been hurt the way he was now_It's true what they say, being hurt by the person you love, is much worst than a thousand sword piercing from the enemy. Carl knew that he was never going to be the same, after this, and if he succeeds in taking back his throne from King Luther, he would unleash hell on everyone who hurt him, especially Zara. ... 'Why did the Neela king ask me that question, who is he?' Zara pondered, tossing on the bed. She has tried to get the question out of her mind, yet she was finding it difficult.