Duchess Novels & Stories

Ironclad: That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. The Duchess: Any ideas on where I might find him? Ironclad: Him, not exactly. His partner, yes. The Duchess: Who am I looking for? Ironclad: Her name is Justine Campbell. As far as I know, she isn’t associated with any clubs, she’s just a civilian. The Duchess: Thanks, Ironclad. I owe you one. Ironclad: No problem, Duchess. Once this is over, I’d love to look at a treaty between the Valkyrie and the Gearless Knights if you’re willing.

After standing there gazing at her for a few minutes, getting no response from her at all, Duke Kensington decided to move to a nearby bench and wait for her. The girl was so beautiful but she seemed to be completely unaware of it. He had come to Dream Arts today to speak to the manager about getting new supplies when he noticed her walking into the shop. A young man, which Duke Kensington recognised as a Knight working for the Knights mansion based on the insignia on his uniform was following her around.

I whispered through clenched teeth. “I just bid.” His expression remained completely calm. “You did.” “I wasn't bidding.” “I know.” “I was waving.” “I know.” “To Ruelle.” “I know.” The auctioneer smiled. “Two hundred thousand. Do I hear two-fifty?” I looked around desperately. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Ruelle had both hands over her mouth. Her shoulders were shaking. She was laughing. The woman beside her leaned over and whispered something. Ruelle nodded enthusiastically. I wanted to murder her.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

the duchess said as Jessie smiled at her. “Thank you, duchess,” she replied before the duchess smiled at her. “Just call me Becca,” the duchess said before they went to the divan and took their seats as they were waiting for the butler to come and serve the tea and scones for them.

Duchess Moina chuckles as she tells herself. "I should be going..." She lets go of the whip on her hand, letting it drop on the floor as she sways her hips to turn around from Lady Berenice's blurry sight. With no energy left to move, Lady Berenice's eyes start to close. After some time ~~~~~ "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" The Duchess is found screaming in fury in the hallway. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

"Who is that?" Batard responded in his deep voice. "It is I Obaji, the duchess of Nutusel and the only wife of the great lord general Zandy." "What do you want my duchess?" "I need you to come help save a woman, a pregnant woman. She is in labor, and she is dying after an arduous journey." Bartard kept mute. He held his wife's arm tightly. "You there Batard?" "Yes, my duchess. "

"Who are you?" The lady just smiled again before answering. "My name is Annabelle, I'm your aunt. Can I come in?" My aunt?..... My aunt, like the good aunt Lily told me about? How did she find me?. Rachel was just looking at the lady with an opened mouth. "Hey Romeo" I snapped my fingers in her face. "Your jaw dropped" That had her shutting her Mouth and smiling. "I'm sorry for staring, it's just....you are really pretty ma'am. You look like you came down from heaven"

Alexander muttered and held out his cigar. "Yes, my lord. Can I ask one thing?" Cornelius asked as he lighted the head of the cigar. "Go ahead." "Does the young duchess have two black horizontal marks (-) in her eyes?" Cornelius asked. Alexander inhaled the smoke until it filled his mouth and then blew it out. "She does," he said. "It is quite strange to have two black marks in ruby eyes. But somehow, it suits her." "But Duke Albert and Lords Alessandro don't have them."