Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

His brows lifted, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he nodded. “No my lady I won’t let you- “I insist” I interrupted already taking his goblet and filling it before doing the same to mine. I could hear my aunt voice within her sharp tone scolding me for such mannerisms. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are from Ravensfall is that right?” I questioned casually. “Yes your grace, our great kingdom is known for its rich soil with White... I'm sorry I feel a bit dizzy ehm... He trailed off looking disoriented and suddenly his hand trembled, the goblet slipping from his grasp. It clattered against the table, spilling crimson across the white tablecloth I pushed back my chair q

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.

He charged ahead, maneuvering through the flames, his sword gleaming. For a brief period, it appeared he could achieve success. A warlock then spun around, whispering a spell, and Rowan was propelled backwards, hitting the ground forcefully. “Rowan!” I yelled, my heart constricting as I watched him fight to stand. And then she showed up. Dahlia entered the battlefield, her presence undeniably prominent. Her dark hair fluttered in the breeze, her eyes shining with a force that caused the air to vibrate. She embodied all the qualities I lacked: bright, authoritative, formidable.

“Yes, I can handle being alone, Raziel. You should go now.” Looking back at her one last time with a hesitant look on his face, Duke Raziel left to rent a carriage while she stayed to look around. “Have you seen the duchess? She has red hair and green eyes.” She heard a familiar voice ask from behind her. Turning around, she let out a gasp when she saw two of her family knights, Werner and Ramon. She mumbled a curse and sneakily left when she stumbled upon a child. The child cried, earning Ramon’s attention.

“Mr. Kent, I… I already told you everything I know!” Daniel flung a photo on the table and asked, “Who is this woman?” When Rowena saw the woman in the photo, she exclaimed, “Maisie? Why is she doing…” ‘She’s in Stoslo as well?’ “So you know her,” Daniel said, squinting his eyes. Rowena gnashed her teeth and said, “Of course, I know her. She's the person I want to kill the most!” Daniel approached her and cupped his hand on her chin. He looked just like a pit viper, sinister, vicious, and frightening. “Is she your enemy?”

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the slender yet powerful hand on her neck tightened, rendering her speechless. "Don't move, or I'll kill her," Rowena warned her approaching subordinates. Though silenced, Dorothy displayed a contemptuous smirk. In her eyes, Rowena's current advantage was solely due to a momentary lapse in attention. Women without a background or family influence were often naive, perhaps never having killed a chicken. In fact, Rowena was justified in rejecting Randall in the past. They hail from entirely different worlds, and Rowena is not deserving of Randall's charisma and ambition.

Rowena hovered over her, auburn eyebrows gnashed together as she ran her hands over the woman’s body, murmuring to herself. “What—what the hell just happened? What is that?” I removed my hand from the arm of the couch, which I had been gripping for dear life. Just as I stumbled towards the body, falling to my knees a few feet away, Rowena’s head snapped up. Her mossy eyes were wide and a bit frazzled and clutched in her hands was a curved dagger. The metal wasn’t silver or steel, but some kind of dark gemstone. “That is a witch, an experienced one.” Rowena exhaled, catching her breath while letting the knife clatter to the ground. Her eyes were severe when they glanced up to my face, “And as

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.