A Lady For A Duke の小説・ストーリー

“Woman?” Duke shifts his attention back to the photo in his hand. With his eyes narrowed, he peered at the lady in the picture. There’s no doubt about it. She looks just like the woman who almost got hit by a car earlier, except that this woman looks more refined and sophisticated – more like a real lady. He puts the thumb of his free hand just below his chin, trying to think. “Probably not, we were quite far, after all,” he nods, convincing himself that he’s mistaken, and oblivious to the fact that he’s been thinking out loud.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

The most beautiful woman in their pack. How could she? She thought. And as Minsi examined her, the shameless woman got on her feet with a smirk. Lupa was only in her red thong like the other two women. She slowly made her way to where Duke was. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down to her lips, and the man wrapped his hands around her thin waist, kissing her back. More painful tears rolled down Minsi’s burning eyes.

She snickered. My eyes widened at the mention of the Duchesses name. Duchess Von Keem was a cruel ruthless woman. She would do anything to remain as the prince's soon to be wife. I heard she slapped a count’s daughter just for admiring the prince during a hunting tournament. It was said that Lady Meroux gave the prince a favor. That was why she received a harsh smack from the Duchess. The rumors say that the bruising lasted weeks

"I am Duke Fedelin Vermillion. A firstborn from Vermillion Dukedom. Do you mind telling me your lovely names?" "Pardon me, but we are in a hurry. W-we need to get going, right?" says the queen, dragging her maid to the segway. "Ah-hahaha, yes! Goodbye, duke." The maid bowed her head and turned her back to leave. Duke Fedelin was astounded when the ladies left. He was interested in the beauty of the hat's owner he retrieved last time in the town. He whispered, "HUh, my charm didn't work?"

It was useless as she would disappear in the background whenever she could. She usually spent some time with her friend, Lady Rebecca Davis who has recently married the Duke of Belikov and now was called Lady Rebecca Dragomir, the 8th Duchess of Belikov. She was high above her best friend's station now. Emily could hardly reach her as Becca would be busy attending this and that balls with her husband. Maybe I was destined to be alone, Emily mused before the traveling couch was stopping at the stop for St. Betown.

"Oh dear, Gabby! It's the letter from the duchess herself! She wish to hold a lunch with us. How great is that! This is magnificent!" "A lunch?" The girl who had been sitting beside the woman appeared shocked by this. "And by the duchess?! Is that correct, mama?" Her daughter, Gabriella moved quickly toward her mother to look over the letter which her mother had received. The girl quickly tore the envelope, and her eyes moving so rapidly that one might fear her eyeballs would fall from the quick movement. "A lunch with the duchess! Oh Heaven! This is the duchy's family emblem! She must had heard of my wonderful reputation amongst the ladies during the tea parties." The girl quickly created h

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

she mumbled and wanted to ask more questions when the Duke and Duchess of Lyria walked towards them. "She's more beautiful than I ever imagined,Your highness." Duchess Amberie smiled softly at Lia who stood up and bowed in respect for the Duke and Duchess.. "It's an honor to meet you both."she said politely and the Duke was truly impressed... "No, it's an honor to have you in Lyria, Your highness." Duke smiled at her.. "I hope he isn't being a puckering Old Wolf?" The Duchess asked and Damian glared at them.. Lia couldn't hold back her giggle and shook her head..