The Marquis Eldest Son Novels & Stories

"Let’s not do anything hasty. I think it’s time we discussed the real terms of your 'marriage' contract, don't you?" I looked at the collar, then at Lucien, then back at the man holding my son. "What contract?" I whispered, the world spinning around me. Silas smiled, a look of pure, jagged malice. "The one where Lucien agreed to trade his first-born son for the chairmanship of the company five years ago. Did he forget to mention that part of the 'fairy tale'?" I turned to Lucien, my voice a hollow, broken thing. "Lucien? Tell me he’s lying."

"Removing him from his position is too sudden and extreme!" "Who could possibly replace him?" someone demanded. "No one in this family has his capabilities!" Marcus, who had been observing silently, felt his carefully maintained smile slip. His hands clenched as he realized that despite being the eldest son, despite his return from exile, the family was treating him as if he were invisible. No one had even acknowledged his presence, let alone welcomed him home. "SILENCE!!!" Alexander roared. “HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO IS THE PATRIARCH OF THIS FAMILY?!”

“My father rarely spoke of his older brother who lived in Marseilles. From the stories I heard, Father was disowned by his father years ago, before he’d married my mother.” “That, he was. Unfortunately, circumstances change throughout the years. Your grandfather is dead, as well as his son and your uncle’s son.” “So why did they send you a missive and not one to me?” “Apparently, your family in Marseilles doesn’t know your whereabouts so they sent this to me hoping I would.” He sat up straighter in his chair. “You, my nephew, are now the only living male heir. The title is now yours.” Not really knowing how he should act, he went with his first instinct…and laughed. Actually, snorting was mo

They were: Luke Dean Asterion — eldest son of Duke Asterion. Kyra Sein Asterion — daughter of Duke Asterion. Tristan Henry Chalde — eldest son of Marquis Chalde. Penelope Violet Chalde — daughter of Marquis Chalde. Neil Soren Stockholm — son of Marquis Stockholm. Christina Faith Stockholm — daughter of Marquis Stockholm. Leo Winchester — nephew of the empire Archmage bright winchester. --- While applause echoed throughout the Grand Hall, not everyone celebrated. Among the audience sat three students whose eyes burned with envy.

But this youngest son is different from his two older brothers. Duke Murdoch and General Accientsy serve their king faithfully, so they are favorites of King Arran. That is why many are jealous of them, especially the corrupt officials whose loyalty is divided between the two sons of the king. Regis Filius Damarion is the eldest son of King Arran. This is the only child of his first wife.

Never mind the lack of smiles—maybe we had fallen prey to a toothache, all at once. Duke Chartreuse, Abigail’s father. He was a handsome man, even in his sixties. His daughter had evidently taken after him. But he was a thief, I saw it in his eyes. The gallows groan for you, dirtbag! Marquis Chartreuse was the eldest son. He was not as handsome and had the look of a fraud about him. Wait a bit, that’s not the right word—a crook. He wasn’t clever enough to be a fraud, but just enough to steal whatever he could get his hands on. A few counts from the same pack: the queen’s middle brother, her second eldest brother, their heirs, wives, daughters with their husbands... Holy crap!

His tall and lean frame, clad in white tailored clothes beneath a white fur-lined cloak makes him stand out against the crowd. A smile blooms across my face before I can stop it, his name escaping me in surprise. “Killian!” Killian Hale is the only son of the Marquess Hale and heir to the Hale Marquisate. Killian had been one of my closest friends when we were children and had spent a great deal of our childhood together. In the sixth year of my marriage, a maid had once deliberately thrown herself against Cassius, pretending to stumble so that she could fall into his arms and I had seen it happen.

When I finally looked up, she said: "She loved this place. She loved her people. She just couldn't stay in it the way Marcus needed her to." "Who was my father?" I asked. For the second time—but this time with the journal in my hands, with my mother's certainty that I would come back, with the sense that I was finally standing in the right place to receive the answer. Mara was quiet for a longer time than before. Then: "Marcus had two sons. His eldest—Dominic—was his chosen heir. His younger son—Rafe—was two years old when your mother left." A pause, and in the pause I heard the architecture of what she was about to tell me and felt the ground shift under me even before she said it. "His mid

Being the eldest in her generation and whose father was also the eldest, the burden Isabella bore was heavier than anyone in her family. Zachary was silent for a moment before he said, “She’s the eldest child, while you’re the youngest in the family. They all say that youngest sons should marry eldest daughters, so it does look like quite the match.” In most families, the youngest son would usually be the most pampered, so it was easy for them to end up being undependable. That was why they should marry other families’ eldest daughters, who were usually very responsible. With a pairing like that, there was no need to worry that there would be no one who could take charge of things.

The Marquis looked Walter in the eye, "May I be so bold as to ask, have you put any consideration into your daughter's future marriage partner? My 2nd son is an outstanding young man who's only had his coming-of-age ceremony this year and would make an excellent marriage partner after her coming of age." Walter's expression slowly became more overbearing after hearing the man's suggestion, "Marquis Laseus, my daughter is only a day old. Don't you believe it's too soon to discuss her marriage?" The man quickly became burdened by Walter's glare, "Yes, you're right. Please forgive my rudeness!" after that, Walter walked past him as Crimson and I followed behind.