The Heir Of The Grand Duke (Official)

Episode 43 - Culmination and Release

The Eastern Duchy of the Kingdom was home to the most Serene beachside and plentiful forests, lakes, and rivers. It boasted the largest agriculture industry as well as the largest fisheries, and a close second to the south in mineral trading.

The Grand Duchy also owns a large portion of the Middleworld’s trading system across the entire Empire as well as internationally. This nature of the East makes it the business hub of the empire home of the many scholars of the art of trade.

This lends itself to a competitive environment that makes any noble who decides to settle in the East either turn themselves around or sink themselves in.

House Lewis has always been one of the families that lay on top of the mold. One of the closests aides to the Grand Duchy and a most loyal cortege to Ramirez. It has been a long standing tradition for the Heir of Lewis to serve the Duchy for some time before taking charge of the March. However, Asher Lewis was different for he had served the current young lady much longer than any of the previous heirs of the Marquis have done.

“Asher.” Asher's father, the current Head of Lewis, Samuel Lewis, spoke as they sat alone at the dinner table. “Keep your back straight, such basic manners should be obvious to you at this point.”

“Apologies, Father.” Asher kept his head down as he silently and unenthusiastically ate his food.

“We will be meeting the next Marquess to sit beside you soon.” The Marquis spoke. “When you meet her, maintain proper conduct, and do not bring shame to our name.”

“Understood, Father.” Asher clenched the knife and fork in his hands. He winced at the thought of being married to a woman he's never met before, especially since his heart still longs for another.

Yet…there was no way he could disobey his father. The man who raised him, and fed him, and gave him a roof to sleep under. He had to repay all of the efforts he was given. That was his duty as a son.

“Asher.” His Father spoke up again. “I understand that you still carry with you some nostalgic desire towards the Knighthood of Ramirez.”

Asher remained silent.

“I trust you will decide by yourself to forget such nonsense and quell your reservations towards the Lady of Lebedev from the South.” The Marquis split the meat in his plate with precision and placed it delicately in his mouth. “A connection with a top magnate in gemstones would only lead to a more profitable venture towards your future as the Head of Lewis.”

Asher couldn't agree. He didn't want to disobey the honor he held for himself in his heart. A part of him believed that he didn't  deserve this—but a part of him also didn't want to trouble his father.

“Remember your mother, Asher.” Only a few words from his father was enough to send his spine crawling.

“I–I understand, Father. I will meet with the Lady of Lebedev soon.”

“Do not call her with such formality.” His Father finished his meal and stood up to walk towards him, placing a cold palm on his shoulder. “She will be your wife after all.”

“Of course, Father.”

“Your marriage shall take place in a few years time, whether or not you are prepared for such.” His father leaned in closer. “Your Lady of Ramirez will be invited so don't fret.”

Asher squeezed his hands tighter. He held back his pain and anger and everything he has ever felt.

That was his duty as a son.

“Yes, Father.”

He heard the slow clicking of his father's feet as the doors out of the dining room opened and closed shut.