Viscount Vs Duke Novels & Stories

I protested. “Rules?” he snorted. “The only rule that matters is the one of choosing someone who will cherish and support Annalisa, someone who will be a true partner in running this Dukedom. And from what I’ve seen, Spencer falls woefully short.” “And Adrian, with his outlandish claims and his… questionable background, is somehow better?” I challenged, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “At least he seems to make Annalisa happy,” the Duke countered, a hint of defiance in his voice. “And believe me, Anne, seeing that genuine smile on her face is worth more than any title or pedigree.”

As you ascend the higher floors, the atmosphere and prices of the dishes also increases. The nobility differed in status. The nobles are ranked according to their titles: duke or duchess, marques or marchioness, earl or countess, viscount or viscountess, and baron or baroness. The title of a duke or duchess is only two rank lower than the royalty. Leading the ranks of royalty are the king and queen followed by the prince and princess. As Carmen had the title of a Duchess and is cousin with the King of Florence, she's naturally given the highest privilege and benefits.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

They were shocked to see two cars already there, and even more surprised to see Selene standing there with such poise. Vivian felt a sharp sting of resentment. Two cars for the castle, while she received only one. But she masked it with a thin, sharp smile. "Wow, it seems the Duchess is showing off new cars the moment the Duke leaves," Vivian remarked. Selene stood tall, with Ivan positioned loyally behind her. "Selene, a little arrogance can tarnish the Duke's reputation," Dorothy commented snidely. Selene looked at them with a terrifying calm. "Do I need to remind you that I am the Duchess of Leventis?"

Steven frowned and said, “If you can be here, why can’t I? You only got your title as duke by inheritance. It’s nothing to be proud of.” Hehe. Louis XXVI sneered and said, “But I’m still a duke. I’m much better than you, a viscount. Now, as a duke, I order you to salute me!” “You!” Steven was furious! Damn it! Louis XXVI actually used his title as duke to oppress Steven. After Louis XXVI said that, he glanced at Fennel and Philip beside Steven. He said, “You’re actually hanging out with two humble Easterners. Steven, look at how far you’ve fallen! In my opinion, the Smith family will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later!”

I’ve seen him before but never bothered to know him or his name. But the way he looks, it seems like he’s from the upper class—a duke or marquess. I don’t really care. “Oh, I’m Duke Kian Winston from Vinland, my lady,” he introduces himself. I see, “All right, Mister Winston. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I casually replied.

“I am grateful, Sir.” “The pleasure is all mine.” “Sir, please I need you to understand that this will not be my motivation depending on whatever my response turns out to be.” Dominic clarified. Duke chuckled. “I was not expecting it to be. Don’t worry, it is not a bribe. Your service was smooth and enjoyable.” “Thank you.” “Shall we?” Duke rose to his feet and Dominic did the same. Both men almost matched heights at around six feet but Dominic was slightly taller at six foot one.

He held unto her with a tight grip. The Viscount smiled at the Duke, his momentarily shock had smoothened out. "Lord of Carlisle." He returned. "How do you do? I must say, that was quite the tournament." Beth lowered her head, hiding her face from the Duke. "Shame no one else was allowed to participate. I reckon I could hold my ground. I pride myself on being a skilled fighter."

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al