"I see." The Lord Duke put his hand on the rail fence. The feeling of the sun hot touched his hand and heart. "The weather is sunny and expected to rain sooner but Natureal why do I feels a crescendo of sunlight strength?"
"I don't understand the creed, Lord Duke." Duchess Natureal looks up to the skies. "I believe you want to reciprocate but what should I do to let you have credence?"
The Lord Duke burst out into peals of laughter. He's quick to elicit Duchess Natureal's fruition about romance fiery that's taking a load of craps and cherubic that's never out limit of patience.
"Dear Duchess, I never run out of predilection for you. More likely, I never have to do transgression about the Duke around you." The Lord makes his sitting on the fence. The fence was enough as it's mostly how it's when you want to talk to her.
"More likely also, you're here also to serve as a carpet between the Duchess and the Duke. More likely, I'm suggesting you take the brunt to rest."
The Duke and the Lord Duke see each other eyes. The Duchess who sees it is in refrain maudlin as anything between men to the debate of the mental and physical for the romance and love journey be soon on war is to her liking.
Come echoing in her mind about maids and servants saying they're sentimental for she served the crown and throne since young. She remembers 'She's a deserter of emotions, poor her.' or 'It's prevalent for the sovereign to have devastated emotions.' or 'Now, after so long she couldn't be to have vehemence for the romance.'
It's telling the Duchess, the Duke, and the Lord Duke have their own umbrage of the taken job and responsibility of have life have given.
Natureal's eyes on the jungle are mentioned by the Duke. "Duke, the peccadillo of Lord Duke's words, I ask an apology for it." She crouched and pluck small flowers. Duchess Natureal forbade even a tiny piece of grass in her edifice palace to get stomped on.
"I deplore you, Duchess, please don't be assuage myopic to be off of other faults that are augury to the production of your effulgent. That doesn't seem befitting you, Lord Duke." The kind words of the Duke.
The Lord Duke giggles. The Duke's expeditious to the Duchess's words geegaw of the charity. The Lord Duke's laugh slowly faded. A serious expression drew in. An insult because she's the Queen of the Kingdom. Is everything now become an exhibition?
"It's so." The Lord Duke's quick furtive glance at the Duchess. "Has not your time finished now I'm here?"
"No, not yet, let's have a discussion about me having idea to see grocers because the jungle seems to produce herbs and fruits more abundantly than usual." She's thinking about charity business. It's the one The Lord Duke likes the most. She's going forward the way how he favored it.
"Have it, then. I don't take part in debauchery arranged by the Emperor." It's quite a squalid feeling for a woman to have to meet several men on occasion when she can point her finger directly at one and have him as her husband.
The Duke predicted pessimistic from the Lord. The Emperor's plan could go wary by him and of the words. The one Lord Duke unwary of his own stratum.
"The Duke, I assume you're wearing the gauntlet by my existence by the Duchess's side."
Natureal watched from the side. The war between the men. An arrogance and snobbishness. The one trait in the men is they're supercilious and toffee-nosed. "Could you men circumscribe toplofty as I'm here to do two businesses on the way?"
Both Duke's eyes to Natureal. With no chance to speak, Natureal adds her sentences. "Find yourself a cabana in some other place to show your stellar masculinity."
"I'm amused at your pedigree remarks, Natureal. I so demanding the one of the many Duke is here not only for your pulchritude."
The Duchess crossed her arms. "Why would I not know it's spick-and-span of your behavior as I mostly deal with the creature called 'men'?"
"Yet, you're in the loose chain, especially areas of romance."
The Lord Duke is very much of a vendor promoting the Duchess's gliding lack of romance. The minions at the sides droop at the hopelessness. They squirmed sheepishly at endless teasing. They nudging each other is the final act of gossiping.
The Duke's augur observant he himself not very much gullible to falling down to the fiery of jealousy but now similarity between the Duchess and Lord Duke to disseminate whatever they're saying quickly easy.
"Natureal, your greediness for the job is limited. It's the time your wholly attention to the Duke. That's your supposed business you says earlier."
The one crowned the Duke title by Duchess Natureal can't contain his laugh. Does Natureal hold a shepherds' flute to gather all the Duke around her? Following his one as in idiom, the Duke of no his worries anymore but Natureal. Following it to the letter, he needs to make sure no dregs are left when Duchess Natureal announces the game is over by herself.
Something came up to the Duke's mind. "You say you want to meet grocers reciprocally at the same time could say me as the Duke, well have some businesses with the farmers to provide them provender for the livestock. How about we combine together the works and do them equally together too?"
The Duke drenched him with sarcasm. Not the one but others too.
Natureal hears words vitiate her from finding or very much understanding the romance as much as the people around her want. A sighing comes. A grass in her hand unfaded of its smell.
Could she something transmute in the bickering of men reversely about romance? There's something about it in books. The man defends you because he like you. That's it. But which of them and how?