Please Be Patient, Grand Duke

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 to 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 still too 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 h...