Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

He was undoubtedly the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on and she hated him for it because he only reminded her of how utterly plain she was. It made her chest ache to know that she would never be beautiful or even pretty, and she felt deeply ashamed for caring. She hated him for all the emotions he brought about. The door opened just then to reveal a beautiful woman who looked about 20 or so with hair the colour of blood, dark and crimson, shining in the light that came in through the open windows. Katherine had never seen that colour except her own but did not comment on it. Okay

"I hope you're going to satisfy my curiosity without a great deal of roundaboutation." "My dear aunt, when have I ever been other than direct?" She looked at him shrewdly. "Want a favour, do you? Can't imagine what it is but you'd better be quick about asking. Marian will be back by one and I gather you'd rather not have her listening." Marian Winford was a faded spinster cousin of Lady Hillsborough's who lived with her, filling the post of companion to the fashionable old lady. "I sent her to Gillard's when I got your note," she added in explanation.

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H

Everything about Damian’s house was unnervingly quiet, expensive silence that echoed. I was halfway to the staircase when the sound of heels against marble reached my ears. Sharp. Unhurried. Confident. I froze. A few seconds later, Marianne appeared at the top of the stairs, her hand lightly resting on the railing as she climbed. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder, her lips painted the same dangerous red I’d seen before. She looked every bit like someone who belonged here,poised, untouchable, perfect. Was she ever out of heels?

But her plans didn't exactly work out. For a person sits down right in front of her, placing her fancy purse on the wooden table. Mariana doesn't even try to pretend that she is extremely shocked. For the said "Friend" was none other than Isabella Philips, Maximilian's mother. "Hello, dear."

I turned to look at her as I was gripping Aiden’s hand. “So you know what I was then?” I asked her quietly before she smiled. Nana was staring into the fire now as she was gazing thoughtfully. “There’s only one person on the whole island that was named after Arabella. Princess Arabella Dragomir, the current monarch after her parents died in a shipwreck. I supposed you were coming here to get away from the responsibility that was handed to you so suddenly, am I right?” she said before I nodded. I don’t trust my voice to not break at this moment and with Aiden on the bed.

Because I don't understand anything at all. · Majesty? Are you with me? I am your humble servant Marianne, and I am here to help you take your bath. It's your birthday today, and the king awaits you downstairs with the guests. I'm awake now; it's true that it's my birthday, but seriously, I had forgotten. I get up and look at Marianne in her outfit before bursting out laughing: · You look magnificent in that getup. · Majesty, the bath is ready, she says, throwing me a dark look.

The afterparty was a blast. Crowds of noble families filled the halls and rooms of the palace and it made me feel uncomfortable. Never did we have guests as much as this ever since mother passed away. She was known for being the life of the palace. She hosted social parties for noble families, for the poor, and even charity events that focused on raising the economic status of the poor. With that, she was renowned as the Queen of Hearts. She had a big heart and that she always made it a goal to be closer to erasing "Poor" as a classification of economic status.

Before I could process what was happening, Duchess Marianne stepped forward, smiling sharply. "Your Majesty," she said sweetly. "How gracious of you to defend Princess Ravena. Truly, your kindness knows no bounds." Lady Vivienne inclined her head slightly. "I simply speak the truth, Marianne. Princess Ravena will soon be part of our family." "Of course," Marianne agreed. "Though one must wonder about the circumstances that brought her here. A discarded woman. Divorced and cast aside by her first husband." I felt the blood drain from my face.

With a frown, she put her arms around herself to try and keep some body heat. “Are you currently Mr Michelson’s Omega.” “Technically, I’m human, so I don’t know how to answer that question.” The vampire seemed exasperated. But perhaps she could soothe him by offering him some blood. He sat back in his chair again, clearly unimpressed by her offer. “And you received an invitation from the Council to attend?” “Yes, but I don’t know why. “Miss Morgan, do you know where Miss Hubert is?” the woman asked.