Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
You're beautiful

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Nothing ever goes well if we plan it. That's what keeps Armand's forehead wrinkled all night. Her forehead twitched as she saw Abela dancing with Calix in the middle of the dance floor hall.

Armand regretted rushing into the hall again. The king called him and Abela dragged several noble wives and stuck with them before ending up dancing with Calix.

"Your face is very creepy," said the King holding back a laugh.

"Your majesty called out to me at the wrong time," replied Armand not taking his eyes off abela's smiling face. What makes the woman look happy dancing with Calix.

"What's your original plan?" The king enjoyed every flirtation on his only brother.

"I'm worried, I don't want to answer."

"Mahaha ...." The king laughed rather loudly attracting the attention of those close to him.

"Duke .. I plan to give Bastian the title of Count under the name Armano. Combined from your name and this city. Whaddya think? I'll give it to Bastian's sixteen-year-old birthday. After he became your successor. His title will be Duke Armano." The king looked at his brother with the corner of his eyes.

"What is such a thing that we can discuss in the middle of the dance, Your Majesty?" Armand finally took his eyes off Abela.

"That just occurred to me. You know, sometimes I'm too busy to forget some spontaneous ideas" the king said with a laugh.

"Your Majesty ...." Armand smiled before continuing. "Your majesty is worrying about something, right?"

Armand was still standing beside his brother's throne, "Whatever His Majesty worries. None of that will happen."

"really? Our children will grow up someday. A lot of things will affect them." The king looked at the crowd on the dance floor.

"I'm grateful that the Duke of Estonia sacrificed himself to keep Wilhemn out of the royal family. Remind me to give him a lot of gifts" said the King again.

"Your Majesty."

"Estonian Duke and Baroness Isla ...."

"Madam Abela," interrupted Armand slightly disrespectfully.

"Only you have not been punished for always interrupting the words of the King" said the King annoyed.

"I'm sure I deserve His Majesty's death sentence" Armand joked.

"Jealousy of people who have long left this world is not a good thing." The king said again.

"alright. Can I resign?" armand asked a little impatiently.

"I don't intend to allow it." The king replied with a mischievous lightning in his eyes.

"I'll call the crown prince if Your Majesty needs a chatter buddy" Armand said.

"Don't disturb my son's pleasure, he's talking to the young ladies."

"I will call your Majesty the queen then" Armand said again.

"My wife must be busy exchanging information with the noble ladies," the King replied making Armand's patience thin.

"How about the Estonian Duke, I'm sure he has a lot to tell." Armand persuaded his brother again.

"Of course, he's a very attractive young man. Isn't that. But I'm more comfortable talking to you" replied the King.

"Your Majesty ...." Armand published a fake smile hiding his sense of regret.

"G ... You have to postpone your plans again with madam Abela, she is now dancing with Viscount Morris." The king smiled seductively at Armand until his eyes were closed. Making Armand hold back the anger by clenching his hand.

"Armand ... It's the first time I've seen you with this expression" said the king. "You never thought there would come a time to see you like this."

"Your majesty is a little exaggerated" replied Armand. His eyes stared intently at the man who was dancing with Abela.

"After they're done, you can leave by my side." The king smiled holding back the laughter. "I will also take my queen to dance."

Armand smiled sincerely hearing what the king said. There are many famous stories in the city of Romano the capital of this Kingdom. The most popular of all the stories is all the evidence and testimony of people who bear witness to the harmony of the King and Queen who are believed to love each other.

Not long after that everyone fell silent as the King stood up from his throne. Slowly approach the queen and ask her to dance. Get everyone together to applaud and praise them.

"I can't dance anymore. My legs hurt," said Abela grimacing slightly.

"Nobody dances when the king and queen are dancing" Armand said.

"Thank God." Abela commented a relieved smile.

"Come .. Come with me. To rest."n

"Withyou? I'm not sure you're really taking me to rest." Abela rolled her eyes.

"You even agreed a while ago."

"That's because dancing is too tired makes me lazy," Abela replied rather coldly.

"Look at you, you are completely invincible" muttered Armand.

"Only you think so" whispered Abela softly.

"I think it's true, you always win because I love you." Armand grabbed Abela's waist pulling her closer.

"What did you do in public after declaring love?" Abela's insinuation doesn't match the fact that she doesn't reject Armand's touch.

"The words did not upset me one bit. Compared to my desire to kill the man you danced with." Armand said it with a smile

"You sound exaggerated."

"Your protest is not welcome if you say it with such a pretty smile." Armand tightened his embrace.

"You ...." Abela stopped her speech, staring at Armand's large hand on her stomach. There was heat running through his body. The red hue becomes clearer. Abela bit her lips slowly, trying to control the pounding on her chest that made her own ears buzz.

"Abela ... Let's get out of here ..." whispered Armand in his ear slowly.

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Abela believes passion and love are different. Or he just makes excuses as justification for himself. Abela was convinced that walking quickly with Armand towards a rest room not far from the hall was an act controlled by sheer passion.

Abela did not want to think much as Armand pushed her body against the door and kissed the entire side of her face gently. Or when she heard the sound of her dress tearing as Armand lifted her up so that Abela's legs could be coiled around the man's waist.

Abela knew she had to hold back all her moans because there were still a lot of people passing by outside this room. Abela did not want to know what reason made her start sticking her lips together. And stare at Armand's lower lip with such fervor as not wanting to stay away for a moment.

Armand held onto Abela's body walking slowly to the sofa. Made Abela sit on her lap. Their faces moved away and looked at each other. Armand stretched out his finger and rubbed Abela's face. Keep going down until finally throw Abela's dress slowly.

"I wanted to tear this dress apart from just now," Armand muttered softly.

"I forgot that you're that kind of person" Abela said, rolling her eyes. Make Armand laugh.

"People like that, this. Will start what he wants." Armand spoke softly next to Abela's face.

Abela did not reply, her finger was busy taking off the buttons of Armand's shirt and pants. Then slowly unite their bodies.

"I did it first," Abela challenged with a slanted smile. It was clearly satisfied to see Armand's expression that seemed to be holding something back.

Armand's eyebrows like going to fuse leaving no distance, his eyes closed forced. Her lower lip was bitten. When Abela started moving.

"You're handsome," whispered Abela in Armand's ear, making Armand open his eyes slowly.

"Yeah!" Armand could not believe what he was hearing. More disbelief saw Abela's complacent smile growing wider as her rapid movements.

"You must see your face now, Abela," muttered Armand with a smile.

"Is that so? So ... Mmm ... How ... My face?"

Armand gulped his saliva hearing that provocative tone, a slow and hoarse laughter rang out again. Armand hugged Abela tighter and called out his face at Abela's nape.

"Hn. You are beautiful" whispered Armand.

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