Duke Rutherford

its 9 pm, most of the Rutherford duchy was sleeping, but head maid has called for the prettiest and healthiest maids. they were summoned and made to line up in the hallway of the mansion, each one knew the purpose of their summoning. the duke leskir Rutherford has returned from the battlefield.
and he needs a woman in his bed for the night. all sorts of rumours swirl around him, about how the previous women disappeared next morning.
but headmaid mentioned bonus pay for volunteers, so some of the maids reluctantly stepped up. but they are regretting that now, the duke is here; with a disinterested expression, his gaze hardly falling on any of the maids. But his presence was suffocating and overwhelming, one of the maids fainted and was carried away. from the other corridor, then duchess Melinda watched, her expression was empty, but her hand was on her swollen belly—she carried the duke’s heir. melinda observed the maids, for a moment there was a glint of silent pity… for the maid he would pick tonight, then she turned around and left. all the maids knew the duchess’s pregnancy was the reason they were all here, one of them is going to replace her place next to the duke on his bed. then the duke glanced on a maid at the far end.
he walks to her and leans slightly forward.
What is your name?