Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

Lady Tori was being taken to the prison cells of the capital. "You can't take her! You have to get through me first." The result of the declaration was clear. A lone knight could do nothing against the cavalry of knights from the two Duchies. I will protect you, Tori. His determined cobalt eyes met emotionless red eyes. The harsh glare from the sunken eyes of Duke Luwen Rozenreff met with his cobalt ones, but Rowan stopped caring. "Take him away to the dungeon!" The knights from the Rozenreff Duchy advanced to capture Rowan and Lillian. But the silent Duke of Castaña Duchy spoke for the first time after he stepped out of his friend's office. "Halt!"

Reece says with a cute smile. "Who's the fine lass Reece?" The man asks offering me a warm smile. "This is Morgana. She'll be joining me today." Reece answers and Pops nods as he escapes to the back of the counter. Reece leads me to a booth at the very end of the shop away from the other people at the shop. "He's really cute.." I say as I get into the seat across from him. A waitress comes to us in a few seconds and takes our orders. I order a chocolate milkshake with strawberries and Reece just orders iced coffee.

The man named Alistair, the boy named Damian, and the duchess named Seraphina—they were all dead. Now, I was just a woman living by the sea. A free woman.

She looked hard to please. "Long time no see Maya." She said sipping wine. "My pleasure my queen." "And who do we have here? " She said scrutinizing me properly. Aunt Maya drew me forward, I had been standing behind her all this while. "Her name is Gwen my queen, my pretty neice." Aunt Maya introduced me in excitement. The silence that followed her introduction was awkward. "Okay." The queen scoffed, taking a swig of her drink. I excused myself.

The young man with golden hair and deep black eyes gazed at his beloved’s face in bed. Her cheeks were flushed with fever, and a small towel was wet to her forehead. In these circumstances, Rosetta looks pretty weak. So different from the independent, elegant, and beautiful impression that is usually seen when she appears in public. Who would have thought that a beautiful girl, the Marchioness and Duchess Riverdale to-be had frail bodies? Even today, the doctor has given up to check what is wrong.

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.

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.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"Who said anything about disliking her? The woman is a goddess." "A cold, ruthless goddess," Adrian added. "But still." Dante had fallen unusually quiet, staring into his glass with surprise intensity. "What's with you?" Rick asked, nudging his friend's shoulder. Nathan snickered. "Tell him, Dante. Tell him what happened with Her Highness." Dante shot Nathan a dark look before draining his glass. "The Duchess and I have... history." Rick's eyebrows shot up. "History? What kind of history?" "The naked kind," Gabriel supplied helpfully, earning himself a murderous glare from Dante.