Chapter 44 The Young Knight

• Duke Reginald and Duchess Anneth enthusiastically greeted the arriving carriage with a sickening, artificial warmth that seemed far too excessive for a mere routine political visit. When the heavy, lacquered door of the carriage finally swung open, the formidable Duke Alistair Araimonds of Lancashire stepped out onto the cobblestones. But it was the towering, imposing figure emerging silently behind him that instantly commanded absolute, breathless attention.
• Rex Raimonds.
• His immaculate, dark blue military uniform fit the devastatingly broad, muscular lines of his athletic build perfectly. His thick, pitch-black hair and razor-sharp, piercing gaze stood in absolute, striking contrast to his aristocratic, pale skin—he looked exactly like a lethal, unyielding blade of silver gleaming coldly beneath the winter moon.