Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

Sapphire added, making me even more agitated at what more the truth could hold. “Rowena was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and was spoiled beyond reason. When she found out about Mason’s interest in Drake’s sister, she went down to the docks. She humiliated Drake’s sister right there in public and mercilessly accused her of seducing her fiancee. Being a person with a great backer, she feared no law and didn’t hold back…” I clenched my fist on the armrest of my chair and took a deep breath. “Tell me everything that happened.”

she said, stepping inside, “but we have a problem.” Everest pulled back, and I wiped at my face, quickly masking the vulnerability that had surfaced. “What is it?” Rowena moved to the chair across from us, lowering herself into it with an exhaustion I hadn’t seen on her before. Her hands were clasped tightly, the firelight catching on the sharp angles of her face. “Have either of you heard of Black Annis?” The name sent a ripple of unease through me, though I couldn’t place why. I glanced at Everest. Her jaw had tightened, her golden eyes narrowing.

“But not the second time. All of this was a misunderstanding and I am too lazy to explain it to someone who didn’t bother to know the truth.” Cassandra collected all her clothes from the floor, walk to the bathroom. She dresses herself and after a while. She looks straight into Rowena's eyes. Rowena was speechless, for the first time in years she couldn't find a word to curse, or even to shout. It was not because she was afraid but rather, she saw her younger version of her in that woman. "Now, if you could please deliver my message to this blessed son of yours. Who has sent from heaven to the best mother in this world." Her sarcasm remark stopped there.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be here anymore. When I entered and caught sight of her, her beauty didn’t go unnoticed. She was slender, with brunette hair and a round face that gave her a breathtaking appearance. But despite how pretty and elegant she was, I was still stuck up on Rowena. I was and I didn’t know until well. Possibly never.

Although outside the place looked exactly like a mansion, inside it looked like a hall. A few elderly demons lay down on the beds and one pretty-looking demon that looked almost human stood at the far end near the wall looking at us. The only thing that differentiated her from my kind was her pointy dark ears that looked like an elf's and the double pupils in her eyes. Her robe was a short, see-through robe and around her waist was a cloth bag, beautifully knitted. "Micah," Ducan called. She quickly moved and stood in front of us giving us a bow.

Maybe his fate was better than hers after all. She had so many things she wanted to say, and so many questions to ask. She looked around for Veren. Where was he? There was no sign of him even though Dymas Milelot was seated apart from the other noble houses drinking straight from the metal jug of wine. A horn blasted causing her to turn her attention back to the open center. Despite her joy at seeing her friend again, she was intrigued by the possibility of witnessing real dragon descendants challenge Vallezarii. Did they have dragons?

Kaleela shook her head, “How should I know? She always being cheerful like that. It's bugging me somehow. Then Crimson, take us to the ice castle!” * Helga bit her nail while she was looking on the clipping from an old newspaper. It is almost unreadable, but Helga use her magic to make it easier to understand. She re-read an artie about the death of late Duchess Lancia. Her health was failing gradually after Cecilia born. Duke didn’t remarry and its make Cecilia as the sole inheritor. The blue eyes woman tried to find the archive about Cecilia Lancia, and she only found about her nasty behavior toward another people. The more she reads, the more she didn’t recognize that noble woman.

Behind him a smaller figure looked quietly at the duchess, her blue-flecked eyes a mix of pity and anger. "Chief Zan! Your Majesty!" Ravenna rose quickly. Zan clapped and soldiers flooded the building and took the servants and Duchess into custody. Seeing her situation, the thin old woman quickly changed her tune. "There has been some mistake. This man was trying to secure me to rebel against you, but I would never…"

When the crown was placed, when the vows were spoken, the roar that followed shook the very bones of the city. A new Beta pair was named alongside them—Rowan Ashford, steady and sharp-eyed, and Lyra Ashford, whose voice carried authority without cruelty. They bowed, pledged, and took their place without spectacle, content to serve rather than shine. And then the music began. The streets of Ancnix erupted into celebration—food, drink, laughter spilling out into every corner. Elora found herself swept along with her friends, pulled into dances she did not remember agreeing to, laughing harder than she had in months.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.