Duchess From Hell

09

Not proofread yet, I apologize for the typo and grammatical errors.

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"According to an inside information we have in Manja Kingdom, the King ordered his army to lay low for quite sometime subsequently to the fall of his thousand souldiers after the unexpected turn of events upon the Duke's Zealands arrival. The King ordered and forced commoners to join the army and kill those who oppose just to regain the kingdoms force after it plumets." Despite of perspiration, Commander Baxter was able to finish his sentence without stuttering.

In front of him, two clashing authority were fighting dominance over another. They are sitting with their legs cross to the other, screaming regal and power, forcing anyone to kneel on the ground and bow down with their oppressing presence.

"That's what the King gets for messing up the Duke's wedding." Said by the blonde man in his royal suit who uphold a high position in the hierachy, while coldly meeting death's antarctic gaze.

"What are you doing here?" A freezing voice asked in a lazy yet domineering tone.

Baxter keep his sight straight, not looking at the two people exchanging deadly glares.

The room's atmosphere was heavy, and the temperature drops to the lowest.

"Duke Dimarco, seems you forgot who you are talking to." Asked by the blonde royalty.

"King Alistair, seems you forgot who you are talking to." Zealand retorted.

Awhile ago, while Zealand was performing his job as the head of the house Dimarco, signing papers, checking the budgets, projects and other necessary things that requires repairments, Alistair appear out of nowhere through his teleportation ability, disturbing him for an audience with him.

Alistair chuckled and incline his back to the settee.

Zealand is his cousin, he holds a higher position than him, but he never show politeness except during public events. If it was other people, he would have already order death penalty for such disrespectful remarks towards a member of the royal family, but it is Zealand he is talking to, who's afraid to no one, but never covet the throne.

"What brought you here?" Zealand once again asked, he's aware he's not here just to sit his butt at the settee that was suppose to be his.

"The duchess will arrive later." The Duke's expression become grim of what he heard. "You know, she made quite a fuss at the capital."

He maintained an emotionless face, his lips for into a thin line, without batting an eye, looking at the King sitting comfortably.

"You don't seem surprise." He taunted. Knowing him, his dog must be tailing her in the shadow.

"Leave." He ordered with so much authority against the person who holds the highest and supreme sovereignty in the entire kingdom.

"I need no one's permission." He insisted.

Zealand wave his hand without casting his eyes away from the king. Baxter felt a thousand relief when he was dismissed by the Duke, leaving the two beast inside.

"My knees where of sure goes jelly with those two together." He whispered.

"Wait when Thelonius' crown prince Ozias is within those two's parameter." Third Knight Commander, Penn interjected seeing Baxter's enormous sweats streaming down his face.

"You count the enigmatic army general of Sheridan Fortress in. That would be like four clashing gods, eclipsing light, enshrouding the world with darkness." Singit ni Percival, King Alistair's right hand man.