Viscount England 소설 & 이야기

Please accompany me," she lifted her head. Archie nodded. The woman turned and started walking through the front door. Archie did as requested and accompanied the woman. They arrived at the great Hall of the mansion and walked through the door. Inside the great hall of the mansion was the Viscount, his wife to the left and Meggy to the right. Archie stood ten feet away from them and rested a hand on his left chest. "I am Archie Seanford, the first son of the Emperor of Promor. I come on a courtesy visit to my future wife. This visit will last for three days. I bring with me some humble gifts to present to your family."

Brian laughed, "If Miss Adela accepts to be someone special, more special than my 'friend'. Then that's the biggest return I'd have." Adela of course heard and understood what Brian wanted. Unfortunately, the Adela of now is not the "Adela William" that died back in the day. Did he just rely on these words to want her to be his lover? Oh no, it's not a lover, it's a golden card that helps him get revenge. "Viscount Brian Matthew is a joke. We are future successors to important family positions. And the positions we inherit are purely competitive positions for life. Mr. Viscount, do you think we have a future?" Adela said frankly.

A young man dressed quite elegantly in a white suit embraced another tall man. The tall man was dressed in a blue military uniform. Commander Warwick was stationed at the nearby Port Sendona with a naval battle group under his command! The tall man named Warwick had a hooked nose and deep brown eyes. He looked at the handsome man in front of him and said, “Viscount Steven, it's a pleasure to see you here. Is your father, Marquis Conrad, here too?” That handsome man, Viscount Steven, as Commander Warwick called him, raised his wine glass and said to Warwick with a smile, “My father isn’t here this time due to his health. I’ll represent the Smith family at this ball.”

Emily blushed as all eyes descended upon her. "Last night I heard the names: The Duke of Essex and Viscount Sheridan. Since I'm acquainted with Miss Chessley, I've heard those names in connection with three more: the Marquess of Rochester; the Earl of Lonsdale; and Baron Lennox. I apologize if I was mistaken in my assumption," she said hastily, but the man's hazel eyes twinkled.

I had pictured Marquess Montclair to be a black haired devil with a mischievous smile. Moreover, that was exactly how his friend, Viscount of Bart, Viscount Neville looked; his black hair was brushed- or gelled-, to perfection, no single strand out of places, his lips curved in a mischievous tilt as he appeared to listen with rapturous attention to what Abigail was saying to a small group of the crowd around the table, him included. But as I moved around replaying glasses and plates, I noticed that his eyes kept wandering down her cleavage. Despicable, I concluded.

The Duke tapped his temple. His younger brother almost lost his patience. However, he simply slipped out a scroll and parted it open, placing it just before the older man. "Edward Vizal," he began, "Duke of St Ives. He will be hosting one of those men's parties he hosts whenever he feels like bedding foreign women." "Foreign women," Mathayus's glower deepened to a solemn glare of frustration. He was talking about the seal of Kilmarnock and Nichols was…

I said. He sighed, clearly dismayed. "Fine, but i got to have something from you to prove that i really did your order. " "Something like what? " "Like necklace or ring or whatever that was valueable to you or what you often use. " I arched my eyebrow "are you trying to rob me? " He scoffed " Oh Vernon, I've been with you for three weeks and i have not seen anything that i can rob here. " "What a great way to tell me I'm poor. " I sarcastically said.

“I was only four of five years old when you last came to Blakia, but I remembered you so well to tell you that you changed a lot!” “What about you?” Lucian laughed. “You are a grown-up now!” “It is very nice to see you again—” Oliver stopped when his eyes landed on Axel. The Virtusian Prince was shyly looking at them, his hands behind his back, his smile not leaving his small and beautiful face. “Is this the prince?” he asked his cousin. “Your prince?” “Indeed,” Lucian smiled proudly and approached him. “I shall introduce you to my dear husband Axel, Prince Consort of Virtus.” he placed his hand on his waist to encourage him to meet his family.