Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Descendants Witches

.

Abela rode her horse slowly behind Armand. Down the green hills. A collection of yellow daisies caught Abela's attention. Abela wasn't sure why they had to walk slowly like this.

Abela glanced at Armand who still looked calm on his horse saddle. Then circulated his gaze to the entire Armand warrior who was slightly tense.

After descending the last hill, the surrounding rock path seemed more arid and empty. Heading towards a gate with a fort that was quite gloomy. Abela stared at the tower flanking the large gate made of lead.

"The general and the black army of the kingdom of Rhodes have come at the order of the King !" exclaiming someone Armand called the captain. The horse is the closest to the big gate.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of iron chains clanking each other. And the sound of the shifting iron rattles, a little deafening. Abela closed her eyes as the thumping sound of the gate opening was quite rough.

Abela glanced at Armand again as her eyes were already open. Apparently they were not welcomed by these easterners. Surprisingly, Armand's grin that Abela saw was more sinister than the situation that might have been.

Armand instructed his captain to lead his soldiers in with a slight head movement. He was casually running his horse back. Abela could feel the cold gazes of the people who were in this territorial region.

There was nothing blocking the army from the palace, they smoothly approached a castle that looked more fresh than the front gate. Although the castle looks very old, but the care done makes it enough to be called luxurious.

Abela fell silent as she looked at the castle again. Never did he imagine he would return to the first castle he had built. Are his descendants still the owners of this castle?

Abela came down after Armand got off his horse. Walk a few steps behind Armand. A silver-haired man greeted them. From the clothes he was wearing it was clear that the man had a high standing in this territory. The man lowered his head in paying his respects to Armand.

"We welcome the noble Duke Armand de Rhodes, the general of this kingdom's black warrior army. In our humble abode" said the man long. Armand's grin seemed to show an unusual complacency.

"Thank you Estonian Duke," replied Armand briefly.

"You can call me Calix Your Majesty."

"You may be my former student. But that doesn't mean I can't follow the rules. Our titles are the same, doesn't that mean we're equal." Armand said it with a tone of dominance. It doesn't sound like he's meeting his former student who might make him proud to have taken over his father's title.

Calix Estonia raised his head and extended a hand to shake hands, which Armand immediately greeted. In a strange split second, Abela was enchanted by the color of her calix eyes, her blue eyes that matched the spring sky. Abela remembers the past. Then quietly smiled, his eyes softened at Calix. He was sure this man was the grandson of his granddaughter from his granddaughter. Abela laughed amusedly at the thought of how many generations she had passed.

What Abela did not realize, the laughter she endured was evidently heard in that quiet atmosphere. Everyone looked at him curiously. Some do not hide their curiosity. Some feel offended. Abela looked next to Armand's raised eyebrows. Clearly asked what happened to him. While Abela only reviewed a thin smile. He wanted Armand to control the situation for him.

"I'm sorry, he's just asking for my attention. I hope you're not offended, Duke." Armand commented his diplomatic smile. Calix had no other choice but to return the smile.

"Of course Your Majesty, I know you're a romantic man. It is surprising that you brought your lover all the way to the east. We don't even have much to look at."

Armand did not understand the sarcastic words spoken by Calix. He will also definitely assume this - taking women on duty - sucks.

"You want me to prepare a separate room for madam?" ask Calix politely.

"No need, we used to live in one room. You don't have to worry," replied Armand no less annoying.

"Of course, your majesty, you can tell my employees if you need anything." Calix is still trying to maintain his diplomatic face.

Armand turned his head to give his attention to Abela who had not stopped staring at the Estonian Duke since earlier. Of course Armand realized that. Armand stared at her for a long time until Abela realized it and came closer to her. He greeted the host and held Armand's hand. Had no choice but to look very attached to this general.

Butler politely showed their room and gave an invitation to lunch with his master before leaving. After the door closed, Abela pulled her hand from Armand's armband and unfolded her clothes casually.

"What was that? I just found out you're interested in a younger guy?" armand asked, his eyes not separated from the naked body of Abela who was on her back.

Abela did not reply, she was busy changing into her riding outfit with the simple dress she was carrying. He seemed to be used to dressing layer after layer of his clothes without the help of others. When wearing her corset. He turned around to walk closer to Armand. He turned his back on Armand and grabbed his long hair, revealing his slightly flushed nape.

Armand was slightly petrified before tightening Abela's corset, slowly worrying about pulling too strong.

"What are you doing? Your energy is nothing compared to the servants in my house or in your house." Abela criticizes Armand's caution.

"Is that so? How dare they all hurt you" replied Armand flatly.

"Well, it's pretty tight, at least enough to hold my chest." Abela again walked away from Armand and finished changing clothes and dressed and decorated her hair alone.

"You want me to comb your hair too?" ask Armand in a serious tone.

"No need," Abela rolled her eyes. Somehow I think Armand's tone sucks.

"A few days ago, your face would have flushed and turned clumsy as I approached you. Now you've even taken off your clothes and told me to tighten your corset." Armand sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs. "What excites you today?" ask Armand again.

"Any origin is unrelated to the Estonian Duke," Armand replied clearly sounding annoyed.

"Why don't you, he looks handsome." Abela grinned at the end of her sentence. Replied Armand's sharp gaze which he saw from the mirror in front of him. Then Abela laughed.

"I'm not interested in young men and weaker than you. I said if he's handsome, because he's handsome."

"I don't know what to feel about that answer. I don't even know why you want to come here yet." Armand turned his face. If it wasn't for his house not being a safe place for Abela, he would have locked her up in Duchy (the duke's residence).

"So he was your student? Why does your relationship look so cold?" Abela was quite curious about the attitude of the people here towards Armand and his army.

"That's because I killed a witch, people here believe that the Estonian Duke is a descendant of that witch" Armand replied, his eyes still staring out the window.

Abela looked at Armand through her mirror. Armand is right, the fact that he was once the owner of this castle. But ever since he left her thousands of years ago, he has never claimed his right to this land again.

"Do you know, our first king owed a great debt of gratitude to witches, which made the Estonian Duke given the title Duke even though he was not a royal descendant. It is history that cannot be forgotten. I killed their ancestors. So it's only natural that they hate me." Armand explained slowly.

"It's not your fault if they're weak, they should have killed their ancestors hundreds of years ago. They can do it enough before things get worse."

"Abela ... It's not that easy." Armand threw his body onto the bed, for some reason he felt uneasy. He had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

"Don't talk about witches in front of them. Or they won't hesitate to cut you." Armand muttered quite clearly.

Abela finally turned around, staring at Armand's face that was closing her eyes. What happens if he is allowed to be killed here. It feels like Armand won't let any of the people here live. Remembering his love for this woman. Thought Abela. Love yes ....

Abela looked at her face in the mirror. Of course, this woman is indeed very beautiful. It was only natural that a cold-blooded war general like Armand was infatuated with him.

"Alright, I'll be careful" Abela replied obediently.

Armand opened his eyes upon hearing that. It has been a long time since Abela has not argued with him or provoked him. Armand sat down again, looking at Abela who was still in the mirror.

"You've been reflecting for quite a while. What do you notice from your own face" commented Armand.

"Why? I'm admiring this face that you like" Abela replied still not turning to face Armand.

"You've got narcissistic traits this time, too, your personality changing day by day makes me a little confused."

"I just decided to live this life. Till end. So I'll just enjoy everything." Abela was honest. He had gotten too sick of a headache thinking about what he should do. Basically the god must have traded back his soul to the real Abela if what he had to do was done.

"You decided that after you made love to me?" armand's comment made Abela surprised, her face flushed red. " I didn't know that you enjoyed it so much that you thought more positively than before." Armand grinned widely once making Abela goosebumps.

"Stop that, it's not funny at all" Abela said slightly misbehaved.

Armand got up from his seat and walked over to Abela who reflexively turned her back as Armand moved closer.

"What are you ...." Abela fell silent as Armand locked her body in two hands. Abela nervously glanced at Armand's hand.

"Obviously, I just want to see this face that I like" Armand said, repeating Abela's words.

Abela did not react other than dodging Armand's gaze.

"Abela ..." whispered Armand low, making Abela swallow. "Eh? What are you thinking?" ask Armand again.

"Can you back off a little?" Abela pressed down on Armand's chest with one of her hands.

"Why?" armand asked still in a low tone that was asductive.

"Because you're too close" Abela replied simply.

Armand did not immediately answer, he leaned his large body towards Abela, while his feet separated the legs of the braided abela. Abela gulped her saliva again, as Armand's face began to approach as well.

"I don't want to .." whispered Armand beside his face.

...----------------...