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.

“I can’t believe it!“ A shout hung up on one of the brethren who stood not far from Rosetta. “Hush, it is important that we be neutral!“ Another said. Rosetta sees a band of nobles that seems to be made up of several Count throughout the Kingdom Aelton. Unfortunately, Rosetta doesn’t know what they’re talking about. “Lady Rosetta?“ call Lucas. Hurry Rosetta turn and put on a smile. A little gawky getting caught eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. “Is there anything to worry about?“ Lucas asked again. “No, of course not. Everything was fine. By the way, I haven’t met the Duke and Duchess. Why don’t you take me to them?“ ask Rosetta. Chase out the vague question in the head. Refusin

"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.

I replied quickly, though I was sure my warming cheeks were giving me away. “I knew it. Child, you need to get laid, as the young people say,” Rowena said decidedly. She let her glasses drop on the beaded chain around her neck and shuffled over to the desk. “One of these days, I want you calling in sick because some handsome young fellow has you tied to his bed and is eating breakfast off your belly.” “Rowena!” I gaped, a book dangling between me and the scanner. “I’m just saying.” Rowena picked up one of the books I’d already scanned into the system. ‘The Complete Encyclopedia of Dragons.’ “I have a feeling this one’s going straight into your private collection?”

It was Rowena. I froze. My breath caught. My mind scrambled, struggling to piece everything together. Rowena. But how? I knew her face. I had seen her before — in my dream. She was the Councilwoman Helena’s daughter in that twisted vision. But that was only a dream… wasn’t it? Now she was standing right here, in my reality. Lyria’s voice cut through my racing thoughts. “Who are you, and why are you here?” Rowena smiled faintly, but her eyes didn’t match her lips. The smile looked empty. "The Crimson Howl Pack is under attack," she said softly, her voice steady.

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.