Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

Just more proof this is another cruel trick by Rowena. Alpha Cole nods. Kash climbs to his feet. “Assuming I recognize that voice correctly as Queen Rowena Solberg, I’m happy to volunteer that I did fuck her, some twenty-odd years ago.” He chuckles. “And enough I definitely could’ve left something of myself behind.” Cocky son of a bitch. I’ll knock his teeth down his throat before I let him brag about that again. “Former queen,” Candace corrects smoothly. “She’s been deposed for crimes against the citizens of Dun’s Crossing and the world.”

Rowena Silverveil. The red haired girl from the Eastern Clan who had arrived in chains and ended up in the Inner Sanctuary and healed Celdric with her bare hands and stood in the main courtyard as if the ground under her feet had always been hers by right. The girl Celdric talked about with the careful neutrality of someone who had decided to be careful and was not doing a very good job of it. The girl Thane watched across rooms with an expression I had not seen on his face since our father was alive. The girl who had apparently saved this fortress while I was asleep.

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?

“—is yours to claim.” The name of Thalric Veynor, the ruthless duke who had sought to bend the crown to his will, still lingered like smoke in their memory. His ambition, his betrayals, his cruelty had ended in blood on the very steps where Serenya now stood. But victory was not without cost. Too many lives lay silent. Too many dreams turned to dust. A hush spread through the crowd as Maelis Rowan, the seer whose prophecies had guided and haunted them alike, hobbled forward, her staff tapping against the marble. Her eyes, clouded with fading light, fixed upon Serenya.

"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."

A shelf had also been installed on the opposite corner, where more art materials were neatly stored. Both Duke Malcom and his son couldn't really see what she was painting as her body was blocking the drawing easel. When they finally stood behind Melissa, both father and son gasped and Duke Malcom's eyes reddened. Lord Melvin instantly uttered a word, "Mother" and his expression saddened. Melissa was painting a portrait of Duchess Rose Knight. The painting was so vivid, it was as if the late Duchess was standing right in front of them. When Melissa heard the sound, she quickly turned around and saw her family. She smiled weakly at them and put down her brush and palette. She went over and ga