Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

She bent and picked up a fallen sword, the closest Sentinel stepped toward her. Dean's voice came rough. “Rowena, don't.” She didn't even look at him, the Sentinel attacked. Rowena moved, not backward, forward. The blade passed where her shoulder had been. She turned beneath it and drove the pommel of her weapon into the rogue's throat. He stumbled, her knee struck his stomach. Then her elbow caught the side of his jaw. Three movements; clean and efficient. The Sentinel collapsed, Dean's eyes narrowed. Ironfang!.

Even on the stretcher, she kept hurling insults at me. "I must've been blind. I should've snuffed you out early and left you to curse the world! Guys! She's a witch, a phony. Don't fall for her tricks!" The villagers were not buying her act. As she was loaded into the ambulance, a few even broke into applause. Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime."

DUCHESS 47 A week after the dinner at the Royal Palace, invitations are already being distributed to every noble of the Sagareste Kingdom for the upcoming awarding and banquet celebration at the end of the month. word had circled around the nobles of whom the award banquet celebration might be, but a lot of them had already suspected that the award and banquet is dedicated to the current Duchess of the Fortess uchy: Friele Marcia Madrigal Fortess— me. Upon knowing that, many of the nobles had already sent me letters of congratulations and further invitations on their houses so as to establish a connection.

Jenny had just returned to Walter Castle when Rowena stormed up to her, yelling, "Why haven't you stopped your war with my family? Do you want to see your mother dead?!" Jenny gave her a lazy stare. "Do you really take us for fools, Rowena Glass?" "I…what do you mean?" Rowena instantly quelled, fear swelling in size in her heart. They couldn't have figured it out…could they? But the double looked so much like that woman, Rowena nearly didn't stop herself from tearing her face apart when she first saw her.

- My voice sounded stressed and my brother laughs out loud. ________ I knew that at least one would get his attention ...-He nudges me provocatively and then walks away, I took a deep breath preparing my psychology for the next few days, I would have to endure Thom's jokes. The reception after the presentation began monotonously and extremely still, the same self-centered nobles; her words that seemed to sound sweet but at the first opportunity would stab me in the back just out of greed, I brought a glass of wine to my lips feeling the dry wine pull at the end of my tongue, it was at this moment that the red-haired archer made her entrance into the room. main hall of the Arena, she wore a d

I straightened my back, made sure the webcam did not get an unflattering chin shot, and took a deep breath. The woman on the other side had blonde hair, and also wore red lipstick. She had on a blazer and a blue shirt, and when she saw me she smiled a pearly white smile. "You are Jane Rozen?" She asked me, I quickly nodded. "My name is Gwen, I am one of the people administering the test. Your answers seem to match with the prince's." She paused for a second as I saw her eyes dance over a page she had in front of her. "Have you ever been to Medora before?" Something had changed in her voice, she started off all happy and bubbly, but now she looked more distrusting.

Tamia had opened a tiny souvenir shop in the center of the village and traded with different staff, including the dolls she got for the girls. The groom was twenty five, from a relevantly well-off family and he had never been to a woman before. Alik was the only child of a prominent family in the village and his father was a merchant. When the merchant saw Magdalena first his eyes were fixated on her breast first and he assessed her as if he was looking at a camel. Finally, two fathers made a deal and appointed a wedding. The merchant paid a grand dowry to Magdalena's father, with a promise to pay the rest after she gave birth.

Maisie did not care too much either but teased her instead, “Nolan said that you trust others too easily. But it’s alright, you’ll start to remember this after being deceived a few more times.” Cherie chuckled in embarrassment. “I don’t think that’s a good thing to do.” ‘I’ve gotten myself into such huge trouble this time. Wouldn't Nolan skin me alive if anything were to happen to Maisie again?’ She then thought of something and added, “By the way, Maisie, Rowena is a wanted woman now.” “Wanted?” Maisie was stunned for a short second and looked up at her. “Didn’t Elder Master Goldmann let her off?”

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

I stare at her, feeling centuries of disappointment and betrayal well up in my chest. Her face twists into something ugly and hateful. "How dare you look at me like that!" she snarls, her voice cracking with rage. "Who the hell do you think you are to judge me?" As I look at this woman before me, memories flood through my mind like a bitter tide. Rowena. The current Dark Witch Matriarch. But before all this madness, before she chose this path of destruction, Rowena used to be something else entirely—the Matriarch of the Light Witches. My confidante. My friend.