Chapter 117: Ruins
Yes, the Duchess gave utmost importance to status and lineage. But seeing Dimitri’s courage she was proved wrong, he was a true noble...
He gently guided Adeline toward the waiting carriage, glancing back at the Duchess with a look of gratitude.
Once Adeline was safely on her way, the Duchess turned her full attention to the mansion. Her knights had already stormed inside, and moments later, they emerged dragging the Duke out.
His once-proud figure was dishevelled, his clothes torn and bloodied from his earlier struggles. But it wasn’t just his physical state that was unsettling... It was his demeanour, his behaviour.
The Duke’s face twisted with a mix of rage and desperation. His wild eyes darted around, and he shouted incoherently as he thrashed against the knights’ grip.
"I am the Duke!" he bellowed, his voice hoarse with fury. "I am the head of this Duchy! Unhand me this instant, or you’ll all regret it!"
The Duchess stood motionless, her cold gaze fixed on him. She felt no pity for the man who had betrayed her trust and brought shame to their household.
His descent into madness was of his own making, and she intended to see him pay for every sin he had committed.
Starting with all the innocent lives he had taken, his infidelity towards her was nothing compared to those crimes.
As the knights dragged him closer, his eyes locked onto the Duchess. "You can’t do this to me!" He screamed. "I am the Duke! The Duchy mine! You’re nothing without me!"
The Duchess’s lips curled into a faint, icy smile. "And yet, here you are," she replied calmly. "A pitiful man clinging to power he no longer deserves."