Is A Duchess Higher Than A Princess Novels & Stories

December, 2022. A fair lady exited the huge building in a hurry, just like every other day she is late again. All the practical of how to be a lady of honor that her grandmother makes her go through every day is tiring and she dares not to complain. She is next to inherit the title of a duchess and with the way she acts, there is a possibility that it will be passed to her cousin. Despites that, her grandmother had agreed to marry her off to one of the princes, that way they would be able to soar higher in the royal society.

" Patrick looked down at her as she cocked her head up, and tapped at her chin with her fingers in thought, and then up at the king "What is this supposed to be?" he gestured at the princess who looked taken aback by the way he said it "you do realize that any ploy to keep the real princess from me by giving me a cheap substitute will result to war, don't you your majesty?" Chills ran down the spine of everyone in the room and an indescribable look occupied Larissa's face "Right now..." Larissa began, her suddenly steel voice sending another wave of chills down spines "are you doubting my royalty? Why? I look and sound like a princess don't I?"

Although Alpha Ben is called cousin by my dads, he technically isn't family, and I don't want to make a negative impression. ALPHA BEN "You look fine, Chels," I say as a laugh rumbles out from deep inside my chest. "Laugh at me all you want, Ben, but I refuse to look anything less than perfect. This is the princess, for crying out loud. Her mother is next in line to become our Goddess. Her Fathers are over a hundred years old. Not to mention the trio killed Lord Stefan," Chelsea says as she reapplies a different shade of lipstick. I stroll across our large room and place my hands on her shoulders. Her brown eyes meet my blue ones in her mirror.

Arianna glared at Alexa who folded her hands and cocked her head to the side waiting for what Arianna return would be. “Still, you should respect me…” “I will give respect when it is due, you are a visiting noble of the same age as me, my rank is higher than yours and you have no right to talk to me this way.” Alexa returned. “I am a married woman…” “No, I am a married woman who you are going after her husband and it might not have changed my status but my status is still higher than yours and you are a widow not just married, so start acting and dressing like one.” Alexa cuts in, purposely staring at Arianna low cut gown.

“I’m not on anyone’s payroll, Jordan. I’m your stepsister idiot. He finally turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stepsister. Right. And I’m the King of England.” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s be honest, shall we? You’re a sugar baby, aren’t you? Pretty face, young enough to still pass for innocent, but with an eye for the finer things. My father has a type. Ella’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. The audacity of him, the sheer, unbridled arrogance, stole her breath. “How dare you?” she managed, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

I said in a low, breaking voice, “-no one in this room could have thought that father would change his will. None of us knew that he would make me the hei-“ “You are no fucking heir, you piece of worthless cunt.” He spat, sending saliva flying across the room. I bit the inside of my cheek and contemplated my next response. “Oh yeah? It’s kinda funny because I just heard Dad’s lawyer calling me the Archduchess. And don’t even think of doing anything funny because all of this…” I waved a hand around the room, “-will be sent straight to Aunt Elizabeth.” My words cast iron chains around his feet, nailing him in one spot.

"Now, scrub peasant." "Peasant?" I mimicked back, grinning and jerking the plate away from her. "You have problems." She puffed out her nose. "I have charm. Get it correct." I did not want to acknowledge it. Wanted to be able to brutally reject the manner in which her silly antics tangled my heart into a warm, danger knot. But as she shoved me in the hip and made great 'princess' noises, I could not lie to myself. She wasn't just charming.

"No ties, sir?" "You mean the children, do you?" said the Duke eagerly. "But you will like them excessively! I do not believe there can be better children in the world". "Yes, sir, indeed I have always heard - but you do not understand me! It is not on that count that I - pray believe, sir, that what you propose can never be! You must marry some lady of rank, some princess. You know it must be so!"

“He said that the stray cat he took in is dearer to him than I am.” “Oh,” the queen laughs graciously, “that is normal. As you may know, the duchess is my sister, yet you are dearer to me than she is. In the same way, your brother will have someone dearer to him in the future than we will ever be. At that moment, all we can do is support him.” The queen is wise, clever, and beautiful. Their subjects and other royals of the continent refer to her as the perfect queen. Beautiful, smart, kind, and just.

"Isn’t that what makes sense, Duke? Most noblewomen care only for finery, attention, or flattery... but this Duchess? She identifies what even some of our top officials overlook. Of course she’s different—she’s not Baron Galina’s real daughter." "That’s one thing," Saihan added, "but couldn’t that also be a warning sign? She’s no ordinary woman. She understands military tactics. She reads Aldor’s political currents. The real question is—who exactly are we dealing with?" A heavy silence settled over the room. Hugh’s grip on the letter tightened. Was the Duchess a trusted ally—or merely another pawn in a far greater game? The question remained unanswered. But one thing was certain—they could n