Her Ladyship's Spouse Novels & Stories

Lady Heyward gave her a disapproving look. "You only have a few duties as a married lady, and at the top of that list should be your husband. My husband, William, has never missed a breakfast before, unless he is out of town. If you did something to make him feel disrespected, I will not tolerate it. I did not approve of you as his wife because of your bad qualities. As duchess of Mayfield now, I expect you to drop all those silly behaviors and start behaving like a proper woman." She raised her voice at Sara and left without eating. Sara felt a big lump at the back of her throat. She was trying so hard not to cry. Immediately after Lady Heyward got up, the servants cleared the table.

His wife seemed to have mixed emotions. There were times where she sorely disrupted spokes of the matter and spoke of anything else then again; there were times where she re-read the letter over and over again trying to see if she had missed any information. From what I had heard, Lady Martha was not the happiest wife or bride but... it seemed otherwise. Perhaps no matter how bad a person treats you, it is hard to wish them the same because of how much you might have grown fond of them during the many years spent together.

the girl wanted to speak, but the lady didn't allow her. “You are so annoying, but I don't want to use my power as the fiancée of the king, Charles Lavista, to take away your job, so if you don't want me to do something terrible to you, get the guards to drag this thing out!” she said, and I was surprised. She referred to me as things, and to crown it all, she called herself the fiancée of my husband. What? Charles had a woman or what? He never mentioned a fiancée. Was he keeping her as his mistress?

What a little weirdo. “She’s telling the truth,” Lady Althea said. “It was Lady Cecily, wife of the Fifth Earl. Died during childbirth, poor thing. She can be seen walking the east wing on the first night the new heir spends in the house. And that’s caused some contretemps down the years, let me tell you.” “The new heir?” my dad said. “Yes.” Lady Althea put her arm around Claire. “Claire will be Countess of Casterleigh when Arthur passes.”

“Perhaps, it's a very close knit circle afterall. You must forgive me for my manners. Clearly, you know I am Luna and my husband here is Alpha, may I ask who you are? I would love to make your acquaintance.” The two looked at each other briefly. They were definitely not prepared for things turning out like this. “I am Lady Shepherd, my husband here is Lord Shepherd. We have the largest ranch in our pack,” the lady in the elaborate hat revealed. She stuck out her palm for us to shake but I was not going to be so stupid as to shake her. She was the master of poisons, who knew what she had under the sleeve of her dress? Instead of a handshake, I swooped her into a hug that would have been uncus

Her husband excused themselves to his grandfather and led her closer to the lady. “Madam!” Drew kissed the lady’s hand, then introduced her. “She’s my wife, Lily.” They were talking about unfamiliar topics like stock markets, money, business, and other things that Lily had no idea about, so she stopped paying attention to what they were discussing. Even the name of the lady escaped her memory. She permitted herself to stick by her husband since she didn't want to leave abruptly.

Abigail said. “You will be given a title, My Lady. Since the Queen wants your service to the kingdom, she will make necessary arrangements and also would give you a suitable position in the Court. And since I am the minister of Agriculture, you can work under me in my office,” Lord Lazarus said. “She can work under me, Lord Lazarus. After all, she will be my wife,” Orion butted in. “I heard Lady Grace is a businesswoman. Maybe she could help me in managing my soldiers under me,” Lord Bellingham said.

The Emperor looks at the gray hair on his General’s head and wonders how many more years they have before death or war snatches either of them from this table. “I heard you are married now.” The General’s gravelly voice brings him out of his reprieve. Word does travel fast. The Emperor waves his hand, dismissing the statement. “Jin…” The General calls out in a tone the Emperor remembers from his childhood, a tone that leaves no room for arguments. “I wouldn’t call it a marriage, per say, there was nothing official about it.” “I hear it is to the same woman who spit on you today.” “Sometimes I wonder who the soldiers in this Empire are loyal to, you or me?”

"Was your day fruitful?" Jacob asked as he entered their room. Trix looked up and smiled at him. "I guess it was then. What did you do today Krista?" He asked as he set his daggers aside. "I met a new friend." Trix said with a large grin on her face. "Why am I worried about this new friend of yours?" Jacob asked. "Her name is Lady Aria, wife to nobleman Gaius." At this Trix winked towards Jacob's direction.

The register signed, and forgiveness bestowed on Richie and Kylie for keeping secrets from her; Ellie and Jasper proceeded down the aisle to Mendelssohn's wedding march. Francis was waiting for them at the doors of the chapel, "Congratulations, Your Grace." He said to Jasper shaking his hand and then. "Congratulations, Your Grace," he said, bowing over Ellie's hand. "Oh, my God," Ellie muttered. "I suppose that means me?" "Eleventh Duchess of Shettleham, that's you," Jasper said, nudging her in the ribs. "Come on. I need a drink and five minutes with my bride Francis." Ellie laughed, "Five minutes, why did I bother?" she said quietly.