A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

Astrid This person looked a lot like Damon!? “Damon!” I called out but he shook his head negatively. “I am not Damon, I am Ace, a new employee looking forward to working with you” I smiled as I walked out of the place. Arriving at the restaurant for he reserved a lady walked up to me and asked “Are you Miss Eleanor?” I nodded with a smile on my face and she led me to meet Calvin. “You are here already? Have a seat!” He said and took out a seat for me he was acting like such a gentleman.

Lady Augustine showed up with a brooding smile, her eyes looking down at the most expensive gown in the town, " Oh darling, is it the limited edition of Dark Paradise?" Dark Paradise was one of the most demanding brands in the state. My mom had always been my stylist and it was handpicked by her. I replied with a sweet smile, wondering about her motive, " I believe so." Lady Augustine grinned bigger, sipping her drink, " No wonder. A beautiful princess like you deserves the best. But your mother told me about your least interest in finding a chosen mate. Maybe you haven't found the right one yet. I was thinking about my nephew. He is the Duke and I believe that you two are a perfect match."

She quickly said, “Thank you for saving her, sir. I’ll be sure to repay you when the opportunity arises.” Hendrik, being a skilled warrior, had already spotted his master’s expression from a distance. It was the first time he had seen his lord look so gentle toward a woman, leading him to believe this lady must hold a special place in the Duke’s heart. Not daring to be slow in his response, Hendrik bowed and said, “I was only following my master’s orders. I don’t deserve such thanks. If you wish to express your gratitude, it should be to my master.”

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

Constance tutted, "I should remain here if I could, Your Grace. Tarrick Hall is a bastion of religious observance, the joy of wedded bliss. You will find London quite the opposite these days." Her pasty hands were folded in near constant prayer as I searched my mind for a polite response. Thankfully Lady Buckfield came to my service. "Constance, are you forgetting the Duchess's younger sister makes her debut this time? Who could make a more proper chaperone than the Duke and Duchess?" "Indeed Kitty does love to dance, I fear I shall have to engage a tutor. It has been so long!" “Has she met any eligible beaus we should be aware of?”

Ellie said, pointing to a painting of a woman in very little clothing. Jasper grinned, he put his arms around Ellie his hands just underneath her breasts "She was a very, very bad girl. Her name was Gabrielle Teller, and she married the third duke. As you can tell, judging by her clothing or lack of it, she was a bit of a girl."

"They are not meant to be. The duke will get married before long, but not to the lady he has just engaged with." For an unfathomable reason, Ava felt a shiver crept along her nape. "Oh God!" Lady Byrne placed her hand on her chest. "It's too bad... why? The lady will be perfect for him." Nora's eyes shining with a gleam Ava saw before when the woman was revealing her past. "The woman belongs to him is a vibrant spirit, a truly brave one, and Lady Selene is clearly not the fiery, passionate soul in my vision." She continued as the crowd went silent, spellbound by her words. Ava caught her breath, and cursed herself for doing so. Whoever the duke was going to marry had nothing to do with her.

They said he was only making her bait. "He is so cruel…" "What is cruel in that? She must have been bewitching him." "I don't think so, they looked so in love in the tournament." "She is a luriem, how can she be the Duchess of our Kingdom!" "What are you talking about?!" "The real Duchess is Miss Gia… didn't you know?" "Spill it out." "The Duke had personally requested an audience with her now that the silver-haired luriem had gone." "How can that be?"

“Send a letter to our spies who are in the palace. For now, they can focus solely on the movements of the Queen and the Crown Prince. It would be best, if they could find out what Ariana was talking about with them when she visited the palace. Then, immediately report to me when they get any progress.” Duke Andrew's eyes flashed a dangerous glint as he continued his sentence. “And don't let Aria leave this residence for a while. I have to come up with an excuse to break off her engagement with the Crown Prince. You will be responsible for taking care of her from now on. Now that she has chosen the most difficult path to inherit the title of Duchess, she needs a suitable companion that capabl