Please Be Patient, Grand Duke

Summary A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.Claude stared silently at the sleeping Canillian. His gold lashes created a soft shadow on a white face. No matter how much he despised outdoor activities, he was stillo white and thin. No trace of puberty was evident on him, and above all, his scent was different from the usual smell of men’s sweat. Was it the scent of lavender blooming all over the Marquis’s work or the scent of poppies blooming in the river?Canillian’s soft cheeks brushed the tip of his nose, and instinctively, he bowed his head as if savor the scent more. Canillian’s shallow breaths tickled his temple. His pulse began race. Claude leaned further without thought. He wanted enjoy it more. No, he really wanted taste it. He was curious about what he’d taste if hisngue were graze his skin.I must be crazy… or going crazy, he thought. Claude sighed. He stared at Canillian once more, and heat started invade his entire body, captivated by Canillian’s lips which looked like it was glazed with honey.Perhaps it was the hot atmosphere that caused such reaction from him, he reasoned out. If not, by no means… he wouldn’t have thought of wanting kiss this guy.You’re reading “Please Be Patient, Grand Duke” on See all Hide