Grand Duchess Maria Novels & Stories

She snickered. My eyes widened at the mention of the Duchesses name. Duchess Von Keem was a cruel ruthless woman. She would do anything to remain as the prince's soon to be wife. I heard she slapped a count’s daughter just for admiring the prince during a hunting tournament. It was said that Lady Meroux gave the prince a favor. That was why she received a harsh smack from the Duchess. The rumors say that the bruising lasted weeks

“Isn't that right... Charlotte?” From behind the closed door, Charlotte van Houten stepped out gracefully. Her white Chanel suit contrasted perfectly with her platinum blonde hair. “Well done, Victoria,” she smiled. “You're just as sharp as your mother.” “Where is she?” “Maria?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Oh darling, you still don't get it either?” “What?” “Maria Maharani died 25 years ago. Truly dead.” Charlotte stepped closer. “That email? A little game to lure you here.”

The Duchess told her and she gasps in amusement. "The prince's mother?" She asked and the duchess nodded.. Lia trailed her fingers crossed the beautiful painting and smiled inwardly. Now she fully understands why his beauty was unrivaled.. He was fairest of them all and no one could ever compare to his handsome features.. "She's beautiful." She mumbled loud enough for the duchess to hear and she also nodded in agreement.. "Queen Marisa was the most beautiful woman in Valeria and Men often battled just to behold her beauty.. There's no doubt My Nephew is so handsome." Duchess Amberie said with a proud smile plastered on her face..

it was Maria 's turn to blush it would take a foolish person to not know what those deliciously wonderful things were. her mother had trained her in the art of bedding a man during the last days of her wedding plans. her mother said it was the duty of a woman to make sure the art is enjoyable for the man. it is when the man enjoys it, then he can bless her womb with his seeds and she would give birth to an heir . she couldn't imagine Alena doing those things. “ The Emperor Kaliel Fascar, Ruler of the Audreit Empire has entered the palace. all hear ,all hear ” someone announced. and Maria 's breathing grew unsteady, even Alena dashed out of the room , it was time .

She did not possessed any qualities of an heir. It was a misfortunate incident that the duchess caught a disease and died an year after giving birth to the twin sisters thus both Layla and Marianna were precious for Everdale but since Marianna was always kept at home, the males showered her with special care while they believed Layla capable enough to carry the weight of an heir herself. It was just that she was too fragile and kind that it was almost foolish...she was a daughter that could not be shown in public.

He flashed a last smile and walked out. Tears wailed up in my eyes but I sniffed and hold it back. I felt empty and went back to my chamber. “Milady, Milady, wake up, there's good news”Reena excited voice woke me up. I yawned “What is it? “ “Guess what? We got news, His Majesty got Her Highness and they managed to avoid the war, no one knew what His Majesty gave in exchange for his mother, but they will be back in 3 days, gosh everyone is happy the Palace without His Majesty….. “

He was a dazzling handsome man, and his personality also seeped into his architecture. But that was not the impressive thing about the Duke. Next to his portrait was a regal Scottish woman in her elaborate purple gown. Florence was always enticed by her saucy pose and glance. It was Lady Rosemary, Richard's wife. He married the heiress, who was the real chieftain of the house. She was a favorite granddaughter of one special woman—Sophia of Hanover. It might not sound much at first, but Florence's father used to tell her that one couldn't become the British monarch unless one was legitimately descended from Sophia. That was the law of the realms.

She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's POV- His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. "Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me. "Sorry princesa, You got me instead" a male voice softly spoke. My eyes shot open seeing the man from before. I quickly shuffled back backing away from the man in front of me.

Finally, my mind caught up with me and I turned, tilting my face up to find the seething, rage filled face of Marianna, the Duchess of Du Pleasant and mother to Rosanna. She was in an elegant and fitted blush colored gown with matching white and teal jewels adorning her neck, ears and the skirt of her dress. Matching lace gloves and shoes completed her ensemble, and if it weren’t for the twisted mask of bloodthirsty anger, I would’ve thought she looked rather beautiful. With her golden blonde hair that was the same shade as her daughter pulled back neatly in a knot at the base of her neck and her clear blue eyes that were a few shades lighter than my fathers. “Madam, please!” Ivy’s quaking v