Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

Marian gasped in surprise, "Elisabeth? What's wrong? You were supposed to be in your wedding dress!" Elisabeth grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room. "You have to help me, Marian. If you don't, Marcus will die." She sounded tearful, with dried tears staining her cheeks; she had been crying hard. "Marcus? Who's Marcus?" She frowned. "Marcus is the man I love. I don't want to get married to Bruce; I don't like him at all." She sobbed. Marian's eyes widened, "You don't like Bruce? He's every girl's dream!" Her mouth fell open. "He's not my dream; Marcus is." She sniffed.

Greeting their arrival were two young maidservants and the 52-year-old captain of the ship, Sir Henrie de Marxe. “Princess Lianne, we are pleased to see you at last. Welcome to the Esclava,” he stated as he bowed his head low. He then turned to the king and said, “Your Majesty, I am happy to see that you have come back.” “Captain Marxe, good noon, I see that all the preparations are ready,” Ruen replied. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Lianne, this is Captain Marxe, the captain of the Esclava,” Ruen introduced, lifting up his hand towards the captain.

Except, of course, my prince charming would never run after me if I decided to leave the palace at midnight. My handler, Marianne, was a middle aged lady, with high cheekbones and round spectacles. Her gray hair didn’t mean she was nice to me. The way she passed me judgemental looks ever since I was assigned to her for grooming to be a Rutherford bride. I knew I had done a terrible thing by selling my beauty for money but everytime she looked at me that way it made me feel small. And now that I was one of them, I had the power over her, not the other way around. “You wouldn't want to make your husband wait on his wedding night, would you, Lily?” Marianne said curtly, waiting for me to follow

Kori looked at Marianne’s behavior and said very firmly, “Marianne, I’ve known you for so long, and I know you too well. You cannot lie at all, and you always blush when you lie. Look at how red your face is now yet you’re still denying it...” Marianne subconsciously reached out her hands and touched her cheeks. When she found that her face was indeed hot, she hurriedly said to Kori, “This is the end of our conversation for now. Don’t talk nonsense to others, okay?” Kori giggled and said, “Okay. I definitely won’t say any nonsense, but Marianne, can you please satisfy my curiosity? I really cannot figure out what kind of person could possess such charms to captivate the heart of Miss Mariann

I whispered. And I continued on walking. My sapphire began to glow showing me the direction of where I should go. It stopped when I saw this painting, she was in fact a beauty. I came closer to know her identity. It said that this girl in the frame is Marianne Velry. The first Queen to ever rule Alzean. I've heard about her In history, she's a strong woman with many talents, mischievously wise, and ruthless to anyone daring on defying her position. A woman who led and protected the people of Alzean, risking her life many times. But because of love, she was betrayed by the ones she loved the most, by attempted murder. She knows what he was planning, so she made the first step by killing him m

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

As he delved into the records, he discovered a chapter in Marianne's life that had remained hidden from the public eye. Marianne's mother, Emma Carter, had faced several health crises over the years, leading to multiple hospitalizations. The detective, armed with this newfound knowledge, recognized the potential leverage it could provide. He dug deeper into Emily's medical history, seeking any information that could be used to manipulate Marianne into submission.

Both sides were seated with Catherine’s daughter-in-law, grandsons and granddaughters. “Mom, I have Eden with me.” Melinda was very fearful of her mother-in-law. Even her tone was filled with caution. Her demeanor was less overbearing when compared to her conversation with Eden earlier. Catherine nodded, her somewhat glassy eyes staring at Eden. Eden had her head hung low, but her hands were still in her pockets as she stood there quietly. There was a hint of disdain in Catherine’s eyes as she said, “Eden Griffith, you may not have received upper-class education, but you should have at least been taught basic courtesy. Do you not know that you have to greet your elders?”

I noticed she had an accent, probably British or French. "Marie" he said, taking her hand he kissed it like a perfect gentleman he was not. "So glad you are here, come in '' he said, leading her inside. I looked at her, she was very tall, almost reaching Everett height, she had blonde hair that was styled in a beautiful ponytail, she had a slender face and cute beautiful blue eyes, and her small lips were painted in a dark red color. She was wearing a black shot gown, the gown had a cross design in the chest area with a not so big open space in the stomach. She has a beautiful curvy shape with a pretty face. Of course Everett can't like a plain woman like me, it's beautiful hot French models

“Can you prepare a late night tea at the gazebo? I would like to have a flower viewing with His Imperial Highness upon his return.” “R-Right away!” Marianne replied before rushing out of the room. This was actually no first time for her to receive orders from Emery to prepare a simple surprise for the emperor. However, the usual friendly aura she emitted seemed different that day. It was as if she was like the current Lady Serena that despite the sweet smiles she showed, there was an underlying devil waiting to emerge at any time. Marianne shook her head. “No, Lady Emery is different…” the maidservant muttered to herself before running down the staircase.