My Ex Mr Duke
I'm holding you

"Baginda" cried the Knight.

Ahem

Emperor Fictor quivered, "Tomorrow, I'm going to the city, but I'm not dressed formally, like a commoner."

The Knight even gawked, since when did Emperor Fictor speak long and wide. A man so cold, super irrit talk to his wife. Now talk long to him.

"Knight Gio!" jak Emperor Fictor.

"I-iya Sire. Are you listening to my words?"

"I-iya Sire, quickly prepare and paint Aleta and store in the drawer. Don't let my wives know, o who am I scheduled tonight?"

"Third Concubine, Sire," said Knight Gio. During the marriage and the addition of wives, Emperor Fictor made a schedule in which he would stay one week with his wives in turn, starting with the Empress.

"Are you interested in Miss Aleta?"

Without a doubt. Emperor Fictor smiled.

"Religion!" Knight Gio rubbed his face roughly, his master was attracted to the 6-year-old, willing to put where his face was. He who as his subordinate alone felt ashamed and wanted to drown his body. What should it be and how to wake it up?

"But Miss Aleta is still a child, Sire."

"I can wait for him,"

Eager for Knight Gio to hit the head of Emperor Fictor, he felt pity for Miss Aleta who had to be a victim of the depravity of Emperor Fictor, he felt pity for her, yes, anyone will feel shocked if a 20-year-old man is interested in a small child who will turn 6 years old.

"You're swearing!"

Knight Gio fell silent, Emperor Fictor could pierce through his heart. I don't know, his instincts are very strong.

"Hey, you cursed me!"

"Have it, I already know, just do it tomorrow." Knight Gio agreed with a lethargic face. I don't know what other plans Emperor Fictor will make, hopefully not to lower his dignity as a man.

Somewhere else....

Duke Aland had arrived, he did not bring Aronz for fear of a debate, but it felt not, he only saw two floors of a fairly magnificent building. It turned out that Violeta was able to stand on her own without her help, she was embarrassed. As a husband and father, I am not very good at all. She ignores Violeta and only fulfills her obligations as her outer husband. Shamed to be so ashamed, Violeta did not come to him and tried to fight without him.

His hand wiped away the puddle of water that had almost fallen. The two-story house in front of him was a fountain, the main door to the gate was quite far along the way surrounded by red and white roses and lights.

He looked around, the green grass, the side garden there were trees and the other side garden there was a greenhouse. While behind the residence there was like a plantation.

"She's changed a lot, I'm so embarrassed to see her, but I want to, I want to meet her and say it, I'm your husband, Violeta."

"Your Highness Duke, do I need to wake up Miss Violeta Aghata."

"No need, tomorrow I'll be back here."

Duke Aland was about to turn his horse, but his heart was beating faster, he pulled the reins, then turned his head. His eyes were glued, his chest rose and fell, his tears welled up, his eyes unable to divert from the beauty not far from him.

"Violeta."

The night breeze rippled, hitting Violeta's face, her hair drifting in an indeterminate direction, her nose pointed, her thick eyebrows and her tiny lips clearly visible under the night ruler. Grain by a grain of snow fell onto his body.

His head raised, his face looked sad, he knew. Violet was thinking of something.

"What do you think Violeta? are you thinking about your past? still remember me."

Duke Alan followed the tail of Violeta's eyes, "I feel you turn Violeta, I feel before me a foreign woman, yet her face and body are the same. Have you been transformed into a foreign woman so that I don't recognize you?"

"Violeta, I miss you, miss you so much!" Duke Aland extended his hand, as if Violeta's body was small and clasped in his hand. "I'm not letting you go." Duke Aland put the hand he held in front of his chest. It was as if that hand had made Violeta enter her heart. "I will fight until the last breath, I know you will not easily forgive me, I know very well. One thing I want to ask you, a reason for your departure and not wanting to come back and the person who hurt you." He laughed with irony.