A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind. A member of staff came in carrying a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. He deposited the tray on the coffee table by the couch, put the bottle beside it, then left. The tray contained a selection of cheeses and crackers, two long-stemmed glasses, and a steaming cup of tea. The Duke moved over to the tray and picked up the tea. “There is champagne, of course, but I thought you might prefer something a little more calming.” He carried it over to the small table that stood next to the armchair closest to the firepl

"Her role as your Lord is important: she also needs a successor for the role." "Then, have you found your partner, Lady Elise?" Diana asks. The question caused something that she almost regrets asking. Charles's mood plummeted enough that one small trigger will make him blow out. "There, your answer." Cass gestures at Charles whose mood is at worst state. "That figure is irrelevant for me, as of now. I still have some matters to do, now that my dad had found me." A small chuckle is heard from Sebastian's mouth. "Milady getting a partner? Are you getting soft now?"

“You can just call me Lady Natalia. I have not done anything deserving of the title of duchess” “I cannot disrespect you like that” “Is that so?...” ‘You had no problems addressing me as such in the past’ “It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable with that address and I’m not used to it” Natalia was playing out the script of an innocent yet upright noble lady. The interpretation to those who served the duke was that she was looking down on the title. She rejected the servants, the clothes, and now, the title. She was rejecting everything about the dukedom.

Ada hums at him as she relaxes into his touch. “Come my, Duchess,” Duke runs his hand down her side and grabs her hand. They go out into the hallway and Emma is waiting. “Ready for lunch?” Emma asks, taking Duke’s other hand. “Yes, Little Duchess,” Duke kisses Emma’s nose as they walk. Ada smirks to herself. Her title is ‘My Duchess’. She may not have king right now, but maybe if she plays her cards right, she can turn her mate into the king. After all, what wouldn’t a wolf do for his fated mate?

" Lady Camille, you're the first daughter of duke Gulley Andrews and Lucy Andrews duchess of the South your mother died while giving birth to you. Your father was forced by the Earls to take a new wife , and he married his concubine, now duchess Grace, who was then pregnant, to take care of you during infancy. "When duchess Lucy was pregnant with you , on a rainy day a woman dressed in all black visited the Duke, and insisted on talking with your mother. All efforts to throw the woman out proved abortive because she stood rooted to the ground . after much deliberation your mother came out with your father to see the woman". " She insisted on talking to your mother alone, and your mother for

The outcome was always nice, and Micah would applaud her for her intricate style. When Berth walked up to Marymanda dressed in one of her exquisite dresses styled to her taste with her very hands, it was simply too good to be true. "My lady, how may I be of service to you?" Marymanda said, bowing slightly. Berth was a duchess; it was only appropriate that her husband, Duke Dickson, was wealthy, although not an inch as wealthy as the king. Therefore, she had a maid who could cater to her needs. "I want to go out for a walk."

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

Duke Bennett said. Lord Minir chuckled, " What a shame, Duke Bennett. You don't get to taste a little of what is mine. " " So, who is this young lady with you?" I heard an unfamiliar voice decided to interrupt the tension of the two. "Darling, come." I faced them with a polite smile and stood beside Lord Minir who snaked his hand behind my back. "Duke Bennett, Lady Catherine, Lord Allus, this is my blood bride, Lady Sol Borromeo. "

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

"I was tasked to ready the yacht for Mr. Myers and you.” “Is that so? I must say, thank you!” ‘A Lycan Lord.’ I heard Duke’s voice mind linking me and I was left looking at Dame with surprise and amusement inside me even though my face was emotionless as I looked at him. “Let’s go!” Duke interrupted my thoughts and before I could even say anything to Dame, I already felt Duke pulling me towards the yacht as if he doesn’t want to let me go until he makes sure that we were riding the yacht.