Duchess Swan Ever After High Mga Nobela at Kwento

John nodded and stood, "Get ready to launch an ambush. Depending on what Owen has to say, there's a chance that we can use Her Highness to lure him into an ambush... Maybe a negotiation for peace that goes wrong?" He smirked, "At the least, the duchess will be happy about it, and it will make Nicole look bad given all of her talk of peace lately..." Osborn hummed. He rather liked the duchess. Vicious and bloodthirsty, she hated werewolves almost as he did. He stood and followed John out of the room to start preparing for the attack, whistling an old song from his youth and thinking how wonderful it was to know that all the years of planning were coming together.

The next day, I attended a charity gala. The moment I stepped into the venue, I saw Julius immediately, and beside him stood Lea. From her makeup, hairstyle, and down to her smile, she was deliberately imitating me. The moment Lea’s eyes met mine, her smug expression froze instantly. The champagne glass in her hand slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor with a sharp crash. For a split second, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Julius followed her gaze, and when his eyes landed on my face, he froze. It was like he had been struck head-on by lightning.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.