Novel & Cerita Duchess Rowena

“Two of London’s most intriguing women standing together. I do wonder, should I be taking notes or choosing sides?” Victoria arched a brow. “That depends, Miss Sinclair. Do you prefer loyalty or survival?” Genevieve smirked. “A clever question, Duchess. But I find that in our world, they are rarely the same thing.” The tension between the three women was palpable, a silent battle of wits and dominance. But before Victoria could fully grasp her opponents, another presence shifted the air around them. A woman entered the ballroom, commanding attention effortlessly. Countess Isabella Devereux.

The witch replied. Rowena stood in front of Jaden. "If anyone wants to kill him, they have to get to me first!" Jaden looked confused. What is wrong with this coffee lady? He asked himself. "Gwendolyn," "Gwendolyn, right?" Rowena asked, staring at her in disgust. "How do you know my name?" asked Gwendolyn, the purple-streaked witch, looking surprised for a second. "Well it doesn't matter...let's end this thing."

"Why bother looking for her? So, she can come back and hurt Rowena again?" Luther also grumbled under his breath, his tone thick with dissent. Rowena sat calmly at the head of the table, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of her lips. Karina could scheme all she wanted, but she would never win against her. Even after five years, Rowena's standing among them remained unchanged. The atmosphere around the dining table was warm and lively, yet Nicholas remained distracted. Even while serving Rowena, he absentmindedly picked a dish Karina liked.

Then a symbol of rose and thorns was embellished in her left chest. My eyes widened upon seeing it. Upon realization of Claude and I's position, I jerked away from his hand. On my peripheral vision, I saw him looking on my way, furrowing his forehead. I vowed my head in front of this beautiful woman. "Greetings, Duchess Amelia of Erasmus Household!" I greeted as my heart was racing wildly. How come from duchess from one of the Waevalon Kingdom's royal families didn't announce her presence? Did she come here unannounced?

All through my walk in the living room, all I heard was the hum of the central cooling system in this extremely hot weather and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee. “Elena…” Duchess Hermoine Gallop greeted me with a faint smile as we met eyes. She’s standing at the base of the staircase, dressed simply in a navy wrap blouse and crisp white slacks. She looked extremely elegant without even trying. Unlike most of the royal members, she looked like she didn’t care about her status, nor did she have anything to prove. Duchess Hermione Gallop was a distant member of the royal family and considered Deacon’s aunt, hence a Duchess. However, she was her mate’s alpha of another pack and had to ma

Its banner snapping over her people’s horizon was a brand burned into their pride. Maelis Rowan, the seer cloaked in indigo, lifted her staff and tapped it once against the stone floor. The sound reverberated like a bell tolling for silence. “You argue over walls and mines, but the stars whisper otherwise. The Duke cannot be undone by force of arms alone. His crown of deceit rests on secrets unbroken.” All heads turned to her. Maelis’s eyes, pale as moons, lingered on Serenya a moment too long.

"We can't be distracted now. It's what's best for Cora." Even though it went against the fibre of my being, I pulled myself away and shut the door behind me. I'd been so focused on my mate that I didn't realize there was someone else outside. Another young witch. I ignored her, but she walked up to me and bowed. "Your Majesty. My name is Rowena. And I can help you." I looked at her. She couldn't be older than twenty. She also looked slightly like Morwen. "Who are you?" I asked bluntly.

Rowena asked later, bowing respectfully. Rowena Hayes was a striking figure in the room, with long dark hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. She stood tall and confident, her posture exuding a sense of strength and authority. Despite the tension in the room, Rowena remained composed and unruffled, her expression betraying no hint of fear or concern. Tobias knew that he could rely on her to keep a level head and provide sound advice, even in the most trying of circumstances. Her presence brought a sense of calm to the room, and he was grateful for her unwavering loyalty and dedication to the kingdom.

Alexander muttered and held out his cigar. "Yes, my lord. Can I ask one thing?" Cornelius asked as he lighted the head of the cigar. "Go ahead." "Does the young duchess have two black horizontal marks (-) in her eyes?" Cornelius asked. Alexander inhaled the smoke until it filled his mouth and then blew it out. "She does," he said. "It is quite strange to have two black marks in ruby eyes. But somehow, it suits her." "But Duke Albert and Lords Alessandro don't have them."