My Last Duchess Synopsis Novels & Stories

"Miranda Yves, the late duke's mistress. The duke claimed her as the best love he ever had. His true love." It took her a while to perceive the information. "And the duchess, did she accept it?" Of course not, she answered her own question. It reminded her of her mother, she was sort of the woman in the painting. The duchess of Livingston surely didn't accept her, but what could the poor lady do?

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

I couldn’t hold back the chuckle in my voice as I spoke, pouring us a hearty glass each from the bottle of whiskey I’d grabbed when I leaned over the bar. She scowled at me, downing her drink. It was a good thing I’d known her as long as I had and that we were as close as we are because otherwise she’d have killed me by now, second or not. An hour and lots of drinking later, I watched her pull out her phone, put it on speaker phone and dial someone, stalking back towards the chapel as she did. Fishnet, Duke and Rogue. THE DUKE “We need to find the guy,” Duchess’ voice was low, homicidal. Even with the crackly line, I could tell just how pissed she was. “At this point, he just deserves a kick

"If you want to make fools of yourselves, can't you at least do it somewhere a bit more original?" Silence dropped immediately. The crowd parted. A woman descended the black staircase overlooking the market. Black velvet clung to her like spilled ink. Silver chains draped across pale skin. Every movement looked effortless in the way only truly dangerous people managed. Her eyes landed on me. And stayed there. No disgust. No fear. Something worse. Interest. “You carry yourself like a hunter still,” she said softly as she approached. “ Even with the hunger chewing through your pulse.” I released the aristocrat slowly.

The duchess said as she set the few volumes of books on the table. Seeing that Romeo at least looked a little better at what he heard, the duchess sighed in relief. She knew that Romeo was not just loathing himself right now for drinking his own wife's blood, but he was also thinking about what he would do now that his wife's blood was no longer pure. He must have been agonising over the fact that Dacria and anywhere else in this empire was no longer safe for his wife now that she had been bitten.

Maria patiently listened to Mai's story; the girl's voice was calm, but Maria knew this was only the calm before the storm. "The duke constantly spoiled the duchess and later his eldest daughter, big-sis Isis who was soon born. But even with his grand display of love and wealth, the duchess still did not return his love. Causing the duke great heartbreak, which later caused him to spiral out of control. One night, fed up with the duchess for not returning his love, the duke forced himself onto a maid who later bore him a second child.” Mai paused and tried to blink back her tears.

She told him most commandingly. "I can't disregard what I feel for you"The duchess says and the tall man stood up and turned toward her. “I want you to despoil me" She replied most brazenly, surprising even herself. “Ever since I saw you last night, I have not been myself. You are unlike any man I have known.” “But the Duke…” “The Duke will never know.” She said, throwing off her cloak. “I am here unknown to him. Let me give you what he took away so many years ago.”

In the town, a ragged madwoman appeared, shouting incessantly, "My husband has returned, he's coming to fetch me. Have you seen my husband?" After the death of Duke Page, the Duchess lost her status, her family fell apart, and she was reduced to begging for food. Her hair was disheveled by other beggars, and it seemed that witnessing the death of Duke Page was too much for her to bear, transforming her into this sorry state. Massimo, upon hearing that the Duchess had become a madwoman, ordered his guards to bring her back to the palace.

". (Duchess Marriane) As always the Elegant Duchess left the broadcasting center at 3:00 pm, but today was her last broadcast, after several exchange of handshake and polite courtesy, Duchess left the building and her first trip was the New City Commercial District famous restaurant Food Palace, the place not only offer a multitude range of delicious dishes but also a classy spot to dine. Duchess Marriane has been indulging in the new kind of lifestyle in New City Aeternum and she was enjoying it. Aeternum was filled with polite and classy people, the views of modern and multicultural was never once being dreamed was possible to happen.

Martini then kneeled to reach the same height as him, “Tell us where you last seen her.” “She was just running around with us, we were playing hide and seek there in the forest….” “Let me handle it, Mr. Martini.” Said Duke Raziel.” “But the duchess needs you.” Mr. Martini refused. “Then let my right hand man help.” He offered pointing at Fedel. Vienna then sighed, hating at how things turned out that day. “Help him, Titus.” “But your grace-” “I’m fine.” SHe cut his sentence off.