My Ex Mr Duke
Found him

At night, the,

Duke Aland and Aronz were greeted warmly in the dining room. Emperor Fictor was so pleased with Duke Aland's cold demeanor and Duke Aland's assertiveness. It was the thing he liked the most. After dinner, Duke Aland stood in front of the window of the room, a special guest room for him. While Aronz's room was next to his, the boy wanted to sleep with him. I don't know, maybe because I'm uncomfortable.

"Violeta, how are you? do you still remember me. Ah yes, you must remember all my ugliness, right."

Duke Aland massaged his temples, his tears creeping down his cheeks. She felt so lost to Violeta that if she could turn back the clock, she would say it first and not do anything stupid.

"Lord, give me a chance. Second chance, if I break, you may punish me." Duke Aland closed his eyes, feeling a gust of wind gushing over his wet face.

Aronz opened his eyes, and he had not slept. He just felt uncomfortable and needed the father next to him, but, seeing the father who was sad again, he felt guilty. Had there not been him, maybe now his father, Duke Aland would have been happy. It's his fault that is present, it's his fault. Aronz closed his eyes, and the tears fell.

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"Sorry to disturb His Highness Duke Aland. Your Majesty is waiting for the arrival of His Highness the Duke in his study."

Duke Aland seger ran towards the door, at the open of the door with a sparkling face, surely Emperor Fictor called out to him for having found Violeta's information.

"Good night, Your Highness Duke. Please Sir, Your Majesty has already implied the coming of the Master."

"I'm there." Duke Aland closed the door of his room carefully, his footsteps following the knight and the servant in front of him.

Violeta, I found you.

Arriving at Emperor Fictor's office, the knight opened the chocolate-painted door. His eyes were only fixed on the figure who was looking at some documents in front of him.

"Sheel."

Duke Aland opened that one Ducument, his eyes and lips moving simultaneously, reading each word for word the writing on the paper. All the information is exactly the same as his wife's information, he opened the sheet and saw a painting of his wife's face. His tears were rushing, his hands were trembling withstanding the tightness that was slashing his heart. "Violeta, you're alive."

Emperor Fictor pulled one of his eyebrows. "Still alive?"

"Areally what's going on, Your Highness Duke? sorry I didn't mean to interfere."

"He's my wife, Duchess Violeta."

Emperor Fictor gaping, Duchess? so all this time the famous mistress in her Empire was a Duchess. While listening to his name, he actually hesitated, whether it was Violeta the businessman or not, because his name was Violeta and he only knew Violetanya only. He doesn't care much about the outside world and his face doesn't know.

"Here, my wife. It was my fault for disappointing him. Thank you very much, for helping me. I finally found it."

Emperor Fictor didn't know what to answer, but he was happy that Duke Aland had met his wife. "Try to see again, below that there is still a paper that His Majesty the Duke should know."

Emperor Fictor stared fixedly at Duke Aland's hand that placed the painting. Her faint smile rose, when she saw a six-year-old child. Her pretty face, pointed nose and round eyes and her shiny, wavy black hair. I don't know, looking at the painting, the mood was cold. Ah, his perverted mind wanders. He had many wives, but none of them interested him. "He's Aleta and under that Alfred. Son and daughter."

"Thank you, Sire, I'll see him tonight." Duke Aland got up and saluted.

"Isn't it waiting for tomorrow, it's late at night."

"No, Sire, I must see it. This heart will be calm."

"Oh, well, I won't force."

After Duke Aland's departure, Emperor Fictor tapped on his desk with his index finger, his mind constantly thinking about the painting of the little boy. "I'm 20 he's 6, which means I have to wait 14 years, ah wrong. I have to wait 17 years, that means I'm 36 years old or 35 years old, I guess I'm still good-looking. Means from now on I have to keep my good looks. Yeah, well, her face was so adorable, so mature she must be so pretty."

The knight who was beside him, his hair suddenly goosebumps, he listened to the murmur of Emperor Fictor, the ruler who was also so cold suddenly smiled. The world is broken to see his smile.