Transmigrated as the Duke in a Novel

Duke, What a surprise!

Duke Zendrimon Vaus II stood by the church's door, staring blankly at the ongoing ceremony.

He's just arrived from a battle won against the enemy, though he looks impeccable as always, with his armor shining and his appearance fixed. Even though this occasion doesn't fit his mood at all.

Before he was sent out on the borders, his lover had promised him his hand in marriage and that was what he used as a charm to win. That promised was made true, though his lover isn't married to him.

He watched as the Second Prince held the barer's hand, smiling softly making the other fluster and shy under his gaze. The Prince tucked a stray strand of hair behind the barer's ear, quietly whispering what he guessed was words of love and assurance.

Zendrimon's right hand man fidgets beside him, uncomfortable but doesn't know what to do. He peaked at the Duke's expression and gulped at how blank it was.

Khali, Zendrimon's left hand man, moved closer and whispered to a levek only them can hear. "Milord, what–"
Before he could even utter another word, Zendrimon turned his back and walked off, silent as a mouse. Both trusted men looked at each other and followed their boss, not daring to refute or ask more.

And they returned to the border, the capital none the wiser of their earlier arrival and departure once again.

Zendrimon faced the enemy with new vigor, his expression dark, his swings brought harm and direct attacks, and he was much silent. This side of their Duke they fear and admire at the same time.

Though this headfirst tactic had its own backfires and the Duke was the one hurt the most. An arrow lodged itself near his heart, although he was lucky by half an inch, he was still in a critical condition.

The healer and normal doctor on standby worked for more or less five hours without rest and was successful at keeping him alive. Barely but still.

The news reached the capital three days later. The local people was frightened and worried, they prayed and talked about the incident. The Royals more or less cared and sent two carriages full of necessary things they would need.

The Second Prince however, almost ran to the battle field. Worried to death about his lover, the words injured and critical rang inside his mind for a whole day as his mother calmed him and persuaded not to act rashly, especially now that he's married.

With the reminder of what would happen if he does go and create rumors once more woke him up. His mother promised him his and his lover's marriage after he won the throne. And with that, he was silent.

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Hello, this is an original story. And yes, it's been years since I updated my fanfics and here I am posting my own story.

Yours Truly,
MsDelicateRose