The Duke

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</image> <label>Name</label> <label>Other Names</label> <label>Creator(s)</label> <label>Species</label> <label>Affiliation</label> <label>Ablilities</label> <label>Weaknesses</label> <label>First Appearance</label> <label>POV Chapter(s)</label> <group> <header>Physical Appearance</header> <label>Hair</label> <label>Eyes</label> <label>Height</label> </group> </infobox> Has been focusing all his life. Was twenty steps from the throne before he was eleven. He undoubtedly came closer since. He did not know the secret of the Crown Empire.<ref>Men in black coats bowed and scraped before him, and obsequiously they addressed him with honorifics and careful mind to his tastes. But at the end of the day, when all else was said and done, the Academy ruled.

A farce really. It was a farce he entertained and played a supporting role in, but a farce nonetheless. Maddening.

The Baron Richmond had learned of the farce and had gone properly mad. The Duke of Francis hadn’t. It had played a role in the Baron being demoted to a lesser noble, the Duke taking a firm hand in broader procedure and operations on the Crown’s end of things. Most others fared somewhere between the two ends of the spectrum. - Excerpt from Interlude 18.a</ref> Was shot in the head by Mauer<ref>Counting Sheep 9.16</ref> He was killed by the Infante.

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