Raphael raised an eyebrow as teasing smile creeped onto his face. “So your grace, do you love her?” he inquired, curiosity shining in his eyes.
Julian felt a wave of seriousness wash over him as he contemplated his feelings. He paused for a moment before answering.
“Well you can say that,” he finally replied. His tone was both honest and reflective.
Raphael grinned sensing the depth behind Julian’s words. “Ah, the young duke has fallen for a soldier! Just don’t let her catch you daydreaming about her in the middle of a war meeting, or the queen might really have your head this time!”
Julian couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The tension of the upcoming war was momentarily lifted by his knight’s playful banter.
Julian’s expression shifted from lighthearted to serious with a determined glint in his eyes. “Should I kill that guy?” he asked, referring to Edwin who had tucked Rose’s hair behind her ear.
Raphael burst into laughter as he shook his head. “No, my lord! Calm your head!”
Julian crossed his arms, feigning annoyance. “But he just tucked her hair behind her ear! That’s a romantic move!”
Raphael smirked. “And you think murder is the solution? Trust me your grace, it’s best to leave the drama to the battlefield. Besides you might scare Rose away for good!”
Julian sighed with a reluctant smile creeping onto his face. “You are right.”
As Julian savored his breakfast in the grand dining hall, his thoughts began to wander. I haven’t fucked in ages… I’m barely containing this desire, he mused, feeling his restraint waver.
He glanced around and noticed several noblewomen seated at nearby tables. There were countesses, viscountesses, and others of noble rank. They all were elegantly dressed as they enjoyed their morning.
A grin crept onto his face as he said with a low voice, “My prayers are with their husbands.”
Raphael, who had joined him in the breakfast, raised an eyebrow as he caught his whisper. “Did you say something, my lord?”
Julian leaned back with smirk. “Oh, nothing. Just… offering my silent blessings.”
Raphael grinned, fully catching Julian’s meaning. “Well enjoy yourself, my lord,” he said with a knowing nod. “I’ll leave you to it and go train.”
“Train hard my knight,” Julian replied with a mischievous glint in his eye. With a final chuckle, Raphael left the hall leaving Julian alone with his thoughts and a room full of opportunities.
Julian straightened his posture as he casted a charming smile in the direction of a nearby group of four noblewomen, likely a mix of countesses and viscountesses deep in conversation.
With confidence, he made his way and caught their attention as he neared. They glanced up, their chatter quieting as they exchanged excited and curious glances, clearly intrigued by his sudden approach.
Julian greeted them with a slight bow, “Ladies, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”
The noblewomen rose gracefully, each bowing slightly as they greeted. The one nearest to him, a lady with a soft, enchanting smile spoke, “My lord, to what do we owe the blessing of the young duke’s visit?”
Julian returned her smile with a gentle charm, tilting his head slightly as he replied, “How could I possibly leave ladies as beautiful as you all standing here alone?”
As he spoke, Julian brushed his fingers through his hair, pushing it back to reveal his sharp, chiseled features and the effect was immediate, as a faint blush crept onto each lady’s face. They exchanged glances as they giggled softly, their initial composure faltering under the warmth of his attention.
One lady who was more bold than the others, said, “My lord, you have an undeniable way with words, though I do wonder if they’re reserved solely for us today?” Her tone was teasing.
Julian’s smile widened and his eyes twinkled as he replied smoothly, “Today, my lady, I have eyes only for you and your lovely friends.”
His words left the noblewomen momentarily speechless, their cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. Julian could feel the ripple of excitement his presence had stirred, and as he leaned in ever so slightly, it became clear he had captured their attention entirely.
Julian’s smile brightened further as he gestured graciously, “Then may I be blessed with your names, ladies?”
The lady with dark hair stepped forward first, her posture elegant. “I am Sylvia, the Countess of Meridian,” she said, her voice smooth and confident.
The red-haired lady followed suit, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I am Elvina, the Viscountess of Azure,” she announced, her tone playful.
Next, the lady with blue hair chimed in, her smile wide and inviting. “I am Ellie, the Viscountess of Masero,” she introduced herself, adding a slight curtsy.
Finally, the one with dark, short hair stepped forward, a hint of pride in her demeanor. “And I am Sylvia’s sister, Cecilia,” she said, her voice carrying a note of warmth.
Julian nodded appreciatively, his heart racing at the charm of each introduction.
“A pleasure to meet you all, Countess Sylvia, Viscountess Elvina, Viscountess Ellie, and Lady Cecilia. It appears I’ve stumbled upon a gathering of the most beautiful ladies in the kingdom.”
He paused, letting his gaze linger on each of them, and added playfully, “I must say, I am now thoroughly convinced that fortune truly favors me today.”
The ladies all exchanged glances as a flurry of blushes spread across their cheeks at Julian’s flattering words. Sylvia, the Countess of Meridian looked down shyly, a smile tugging at her lips as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
Elvina, the Viscountess of Azure, feigned a dramatic action as she placed a hand over her heart. “Oh, how charming of you, my lord! With such praise, we might just get used to your flattering ways!”
Ellie, the Viscountess of Masero, giggled. Her blue hair shimmered in the light as she leaned closer to her companions, whispering something that made them all giggle softly.
Cecilia, not wanting to be left out, added with a playful wink, “Just be careful, dear Julian, with such sweet words, you might just steal our hearts away!”
