A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

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."

She couldn't tell what it was, but it did seem to be heavy as the two people carrying the stretcher had an expression of darkness as if they had just seen the grim reaper. The other maids who had stepped out of the room after the stretcher was carried away immediately bowed, lowering themselves into perfect ninety-degree angles before quietly closing the large wooden doors behind them. "That's the Master's study." "The duke?" Jane asked without thinking. "The duke. The young master's father," the maid beside her confirmed. "It's well known that he has quite the appetite, especially for women who resemble his late wife. It took our current lady years to earn her position. She spent all that t

"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?"

“His Grace the Duke of Alison and Lady Ariana entered the room!” When someone announced their arrival, the attention of the people inside the Crown Prince's Palace almost immediately focused on Duke Andrew and Ariana. Not quite there, the sound of whispers immediately sounded when they saw Ariana come wearing pants instead of a dress as usual. People's gazes seemed to scorn Ariana, who was considered crazy. But under her grandfather's tutelage, no one was crazy enough to dare to mock the girl directly.

“Yes, Your Grace.” The duke studied the woman. She looked straight back at him, her gray eyes wild and fiery. She was about five foot six, and very slim. ‘How can a woman this small injure one of my men?’ “I think you are outnumbered, my lady. Should you not give up already?” The duke unmounted his black horse and took a few steps closer to the woman. She stared at him for a moment, she could barely stand anymore. “I did not steal anything, my lord.” She lowered her sword.

She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she? She would not be his mistress! The thought, like a fine slice of blade, flashed through her head. Of course she would not! Beth declared to herself. He was to wed Lady Cossington. She refused to be his conquest, and became a topic of ridicule among their peers. She would also not stand against the influential Lady Cossington. Beth decided to speak with him and tell him to cast his eyes elsewhere if he was seeking a mistress.

The duke’s heart already hardened with the repeated petty scandals she got herself into, and with the additional convincing from his new wife. Just last month, she ditched the dance in the middle of the musical piece with the renowned gentleman Earl of Yorkshire just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful northern skies outside. Ridiculous excuse of all reason to spout, but with the lady’s infamous reputation, she sure managed to convinced the man. Then recently, the badmouthing scandal on the widow Countess Candace added more fuel to the fire. Duke Landon was nowhere near persuaded on Lady Francesca’s word. The rest of the population knew how prestigious tonight’s ball is, for it was to honor

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.