Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Anger

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Lyra again threw the food that was thrust at her. You crazy people. Her thought. How could they think he was able to eat with this rotting body. This was because the old men did not have patience and a good plan.

Now, his real body is in brackets in the magic tower. And they can't sneak the portal in there so Lyra can get inside her original body again.

"The only way is to destroy the kingdom. We are trying to make a noble plan" said one of the black-robed figures in front of Lyra.

"trying said? all you guys do is hide !" shout Lyra. "And you said try?" Lyra emphasized the word again.

"I hope you are patient" said another person in black robes.

"You ... don't know what it's like to be in this body !" Lyra shouted again. He started throwing everything he could reach.

He was furious, in front of his eyes he suddenly saw Abela's face which made her body a shield for Armand. That memory makes the anger swell up inside Lyra. He bit his lips. Supposedly, he was inside Abela's body. If only these fools had managed to kill Abela the other day.

Lyra started screaming and throwing things again. No one tried to stop Lyra. They just kept quiet looking at it.

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Armand sat in his office this afternoon. He read the parchment, but sometimes his mind was elsewhere. Eventually, he decided to stop and put the parchment on the table.

Armand leaned back and tried to relax. Abela's words this morning really disturbed her. She did not stop hearing Abela's voice saying she wanted to die.

"Can I get married now?" muttered Armand slowly.

His murmur was heard by the King who had just entered. The king looked at his brother who was daydreaming looking at the ceiling. Then the King's gaze turned to Ray-Assistant Armand.

"Why your Master?" King asked Ray, who gave Ray an awkward smile.

"I don't know, Your Majesty." Ray replied politely and briefly.

"Are you busy?" asked the King finally made Armand come back to his senses.

"Why did His Majesty come here? Your Majesty can call me if there is anything His Majesty needs to say." Armand bowed in front of his brother.

The king immediately returned Armand's salute and told him to stand up straight again.

"You busy?" ask the King again.

"No, Your Majesty," Armand replied politely. He glanced at Ray to get out of the room which Ray immediately understood.

Ray came out and closed the door behind him quietly. After Ray came out, the King casually sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"So? You want to get married?" asked the King in curiosity.

"I've always wanted to get married" Armand replied too soon.

"With madam Isla?" asked the King again, making Armand swerve with a sharp look at him.

"Abela ... Her name is Abela ..." replied Armand in a soft tone at the end. Arabela, her name is Arabela. Armand said in his heart.

"Just the same, either madam Isla or Abela they are the same person," concluded the simple King.

"Thus ... Can I get married?" armand asked after rolling his eyes in response to his brother's nonsense.

"Can, I give you permission." The king was silent for a moment.

"If you marry because of Orlando ...." The king did not continue his words. But enough to make Armand wary. What his brother knows and what he doesn't.

"Sir ..." call Armand down.

"You don't think I don't know, do you? You think you're the only one with a shadow?" The king sipped his tea quietly.

"What does my sister know?" ask Armand carefully.

"There is not much, except the fact that the person is not your lover" said the King calmly.

"Since when?" ask Armand again.

"You're a fool if you don't realize it. It's very clearly visible." The king smiled at Armand. Armand was in too much of a hurry if he felt that this situation was already safe.

"I'm not surprised, you're great." Armand swallowed his saliva. Armand realized, his brother as a king has advantages that cannot be underestimated.

"Thus ... Even if she was someone else, you would still marry her?" ask the King again.

"Maybe." Armand replied nonchalantly. Makes the King annoy.

"You sure?" ask the King again.

"If the woman was her ... I have no problem" replied Armand again.

"Then ... Who is this guy we're talking about?" ask the King again.

Armand did not immediately reply, he fell silent and threw his gaze out the window. What would her brother respond to if he knew the woman was a witch named Ghotel.

Armand glanced to the left for a moment. A sign that he is thinking hard. The Gesture was captured by the King. The king laughed loudly in response.

"It's comforting, seeing you look nervous just to mention the identity of one person." The king stood from where he sat. He walked towards Armand's empty chair and sat there.

The king picked up the parchment Armand had placed earlier and began to drift away reading the report. The king fell silent before putting it again on the table.

"You sure?" ask the King again.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Armand replied calmly.

"I will put my signature on your consent letter to marry Madan Abela Isla then" said the King. He smiled at Armand.

"But I hope you're not hiding anything in front of me. And for all the decrees I made. I hope you didn't break that decree." The king spoke at length.

Armand listened carefully to what his brother was saying. He did not answer the King's questions. There were a lot of things he had to think about first at this moment. In fact, this marriage might sound ridiculous in the eyes of many people. How could he, thinking of getting married in such a crucial moment.

"Don't worry, no one will dare to say anything" the King said as if reading the contents of Armand's head.

"I'm not worried, it's not me we should be worried about." Armand replied while throwing his gaze out the window.

"You ...." The king hung his words. He stared at the parchment that was on Armand's table again.

"Is this war profitable for our country?" ask King.

"That battle would not have happened if His Majesty had decided not to do it" Armand replied softly.

"I never thought of starting horrible things because of personal problems." The king smiled again.

Then his smile disappeared while reading another parchment. His eyes became sharper. He looked at Armand's back with the corner of his eyes.

"I want you to find the cardinal immediately.If he's involved ...." The king did not continue his sentence. He closed his lips, holding back the emotions.

Armand turned to face the King, he knelt before the King. As a knight of his. Not as a sister.

"Okay, Your Majesty," Armand said firmly.

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Ray was still shocked because Abela suddenly came and asked Armand. While Abela is still trying her smile not to disappear.

"Duke is still talking to the King" Ray replied after calming down.

"He's in the King's room?" ask Abela.

"No ... The king's in the Duke's room." Ray dodged Abela's gaze and smiled awkwardly.

"Alright ..." said Abela slowly.

"I'll just leave then, please tell Armand I'm looking for him" Abela said.

"Good Madam." Ray bowed politely to Abela who slowly walked away. Ray breathed out that he knew when he could hold.

Ray massages the base of his nose, hopefully Abela doesn't think Ray is lying. How Abela could believe what Ray said. Isn't it strange that the King comes to his people. He did not bring any bodyguards or assistants with him.

Ray tried not to think too much about it and went back to work. But he was shocked when he saw that there was a hand on his desk. Scrambled it pretty hard.

"Is there a king you say? Without guards and guards?" Abela said that in a cold, creepy-sounding tone.

Allow. What Ray was worried about really happened. Ray swallowed his saliva and tried to calm down.

"I can understand if your Master doesn't want to see me. But make a reasonable reason." Abela crossed her arms in front of her chest, riled up.

"Madam misunderstood ... But the King and Duke are really inside right now" Ray said, trying not to stutter.

"Tell your master, me and his children will go on a picnic for a while. And since he's busy, let's just say he's allowed it." Abela said quickly making Ray unable to answer.

Abela stomped her feet once before leaving in front of Ray. Doggone. Thought Ray. I don't know why Ray's getting a bad feeling.

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