A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

With a confident, yet, subtle smile, she placed her hand on my shoulder as she spoke. "Dominique, introduce yourself" "Yes, my lady" With the command given to me, I stood up with my eyes closed; looking directly into the eyes of royalty is considered an offense worthy of a couple of years in prison. Something I don´t need for now. "I am Dominique Foe Yatra, it is an honor to meet you, your highness" "The Yatra? That is the lowest family branch of the Fotiadis, what is someone like you doing with the daughter of the duke?"

“Go now, before I change my mind. Oh, don’t forget your fees. I’ll collect those later!” As soon as he said that, the group of men immediately ran away, straight towards the door. They already lost their will to even take part in the auction. Not with a death god hanging over their heads. “They run so fast.” The duke uttered coldly as he watched the men run for their lives. “Lucas, don’t forget to collect their promised payment later. We’re going to need it for this upcoming winter.” “Yes, Lord Duke.” Lucas bowed. “The job’s done. Now I have to greet my gue…” A frown slipped out of the duke’s face. He looked around and felt confused. “Lucas… where’s that lady?” “She’s gone… Duke. She ran awa

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.

Our sister will murder us, hide the body, join the search party, find our body, burn it, piss on the ashes and if she is caught smile in her mugshot. “Amanda only knows a piece of the truth based on what she saw,” Duke tries to stay alive. “I saw her pull your attention when Duchess Ada was trying to kiss you. I saw Duchess Emma break Duchess Ada’s sprit. Duchess Ada was once a force to be reckoned with. In 24 hours, she became a shell of herself,” Amanda rattles off. “Amanda,” Ingrid draws her attention. “While I’m sure Ada has feelings she can’t express correctly, she may have been over acting a little. Never assume you know a relationship. The Duke is now marked by both his mates.”

" 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. "