Viscount England の小説・ストーリー

Then his three other friends arrived to help with the necessary preparation. Accepting their condolences. His gaze remained distant. Their esteemed butler served them drinks in the library, now his, before he bowed and address him by his new title. He was now Nicholas Stafford VI, The 18th Viscount of Redington. ______________

The Queen said, taking a spoonful of her shaved milk ice. “The Viscount asked that by the harvesting season, he and his daughter be there to also pick the crops and vegetables and all the other harvests. He said he and his daughter wanted to experience it the most since they think it was a fun thing to do. They also insisted that they be dressed like regular farmers.” I said, my brows knitted and almost touching each other with a pout on my mouth as I could never guess what the Viscount thinks. He is an eccentric fellow that everyone seemed to love and tolerate. But nonetheless, he is an interesting fellow.

“my lady, you almost gave me a heart attack, goodness gracious, I thought I would implode anytime they asked me your whereabouts and I had to lie you were still in bed with Eloise pretending to be you But my mind was still on the carriage, she had noticed my stares and gave me the answer I was looking for, I didn’t know why I had a bad feeling about it “Oh, I forgot to tell you, there was a sudden visit from the new viscount, his father had died a few days back and he wanted to meet the duke as soon as possible I didn’t know why I believe his name is Phillip Blackwell if I’m not mistaken your highness” “What did you just say?” “the new viscount, Philip Blackwell” *********** -WRITERS ’ POV-

"By any chance, is Mr. Viscount manipulative?" Andre smirked. "Ms. Lynn, you know how you accuse me of being manipulative? Tony Viscount is a fox." She laughed, turning the screen to him. Apparently, the marketer's social media showed that he liked men and the CEO of Viscount corporation had visited him at the club he always frequented at night and they had left together. Perhaps he hadn't informed the chief marketer that he had a mistress who had given birth for him already. "Interesting." Andre spoke as he read it, his eyes showing how impressed he was.

He was accompanying a good partner of theirs, Countess Quartz. The most notable coupling of all was Natalia Adamantine and the man who broke high society when he appeared a few years ago out of nowhere, Sir Marvis Jane. He was the first werecreature to become an ordained knight jointly by the royal family and the church of Ducroft. Although he had the title of Baron, there wasn’t anyone who didn’t know about his strength. He was one of the people who struggled with Fredrich at contests, tying with him and Sebastian.

“My lord, may I introduce my companion, Mrs. Winters?” He bowed. “Nice to meet you.” The older woman curtsied. “Likewise, I’m sure.” His gaze moved back to Isabelle. “Would you and your companion enjoy some tea?” She glanced at Mrs. Winters as they both sat at the same time. “We would be delighted to take tea with you,” Isabelle answered. As the viscount turned toward the butler, she took more time studying him now. He didn’t dress like most men she’d met in Britain. In fact, he reminded her of the men back home. Only in France could they be so outlandish with their colorful clothes.

Gee, a viscount would be just fine. She’d missed out marquesses, but Clare didn’t correct her. ‘Viscount Bonmouth. Created 1781.’ ‘Five years after the start of the War of Independence,’ Bridget said in an awed tone. ‘Yes. He’s a friend of mine. He’s got a house in London and a country estate in Hertfordshire. I’m sure I could wangle an invitation to dinner.’ ‘Gee, I'd be real honoured.’ Clare appeared to have scored a gold star, several gold stars. ‘I’m seeing him tonight. I'll ask.’ She was trapped. There was no going back now. She'd just have to delay the inevitable. She felt bad about that, but not that bad.

A lethal glimmer ignited within my gaze. There was absolutely no way I would allow this man to depart my city unscathed. The Viscount cast his eyes upon the Baron, who had arrived fashionably late to the dinner, and all the insults he had meticulously crafted vanished into thin air, leaving his mind utterly blank. Elegant. Gazing upon Riel, Viscount Milan couldn't help but be captivated by his regal presence. In that moment, he forgot his own noble status, for Riel embodied the essence of true nobility

Vis and Char advanced towards each other, pausing at the same time when there was about a 5-meters distance left betwixt them. " On the right side is the knight that disperses any enemy to kneel before him though, is utterly enigmatic, guess,who is it? Of course—Vis, the third son of our majesty. He showed us a hard to swallow performance, in the past bouts, nevertheless it was real and we'd to accept it.His performance was a unique one of course, so much that it left us to be in awe. On the left side is the beauty that makes even the most handsome man to fall in love with her, the most difficult enemy to admit defeat, yes — it is Charlotte, the sole daughter of the Duke of Richmond."

"I mean, your gra--lord. My lord. Lord Harry. Baron . . ." As soon as they left the Baron behind, they were stopped almost immediately by a quite call of "Eastland! Fancy meeting you here." The Viscount was a big and beefy man, his second chin tucked right below the first. He walked lazily, as though his feet were too tired to move an inch over the ground. Strands of grey decorated his otherwise auburn hair, though it only peeked from under his tall hat. Cassy imagined he was bald underneath.