Secret Wardrobe Of The Duchess Novels & Stories

The music behind me was too soft, too elegant for my mood. Below, the nobles danced like the world was theirs. Inside, Gloria Wintermellon smirked like her spine was carved from ancient entitlement. And me? I was trying not to electrocute the palace chandelier because where the hell was Alaric? Then—footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Familiar. I didn’t turn. “If you’re coming to explain why a duchess in emeralds just claimed you like a family heirloom, don’t bother.”

He gets to be in book two. I rubbed the smooth fabric of the dress over my fingers and sighed. “Some dresses are just made for burning,” I said, standing with the dress and note as I exited the closet. “Where is it…she had a secret stash somewhere,” I mumbled as I kicked random places on the left side wall next to the balcony exit, until finally, a socket popped open showcasing sixteen extra-large cases of wine in a purple and gold label. “Bingo!” I said, taking a bottle and then using the side door panel to uncork the wine bottle.

“That was the only one he sent.” From the floor, Ivy chuckled—dark, smug. “There’s one other option.” I rounded on her. “What are you talking about?” She sat up slowly, dabbing at her lip with the back of her hand. “There’s a hidden wardrobe. Not many know about it. The royal stylists use it to store emergency pieces. Some dresses even newer than the ones paraded in court.” I hesitated. “Why would you tell me that?” Ivy shrugged. “Maybe I’m trying to redeem myself.”

The paint had wore away in time, but she could still see some remnants of golden paint on it. The duke pushed open the door and it creaked. She grimaced as the sharp and loud sound echoed in the hallway. But it was as if the duke did not hear anything as he strode inside. Sydnee was left with no choice but to follow him. It was an enormous room and there was no window, but only old walls rising until the ceiling. The room they entered was like a four corner room to store a treasure. And surely, Sydnee's thought was right when the duke stopped in front of a wooden chest. It was not that big, just a palm size chest. And it was locked.

But for now, it was enough to know he saw her. He did not press further, only offered her a small nod. In his mind, the time would come when she trusted him with everything, even the strange words she had spoken about a past life. He had not forgotten, but something about her expression told him to wait. Later that day, the duchess was escorted quietly to the inner gardens. Fully healed, but still officially on medical leave. The staff had no idea that the miracle doctor Rosa Wren and Arla-Rosa were the same person. And Cedric wanted to keep it that way. At least for now.

“Is that woman really Miss Fuschia? The more I heard her story, the more I doubted that she was Miss Fuschia. I must immediately report this to His Excellency.” Gilbert, Duke Mountravven's personal assistant, faced Duke Mountravven in his office. "Repeat again. She did… what?” “The palace maids found men's underwear under the Crown Princess' bed. And it's not Crown Prince's. She shut the mouth of the maid who found it with jewelry, but I guess, it's still leaking.”

The door creak open. Daisy and Alessia we're surprise and happy as well. They stepped into the room and began to search. Wardrobe after wardrobe velvet, cedar, lacquered wood surrendered their contents-gowns that had smelled of perfumed summers, boxes of letters bound with thread, jewelry in velvet pouches that held other people's promises. The room felt like a mouth full of secrets, and they were there to force its teeth open. Alessia's fingers were precise. Daisy moved through piles of cloth with a tenderness that made the scene feel sacrilegious.

After Emma took a coat and put her shoes on, she jumped into the sphere before her right after the tree shocked women disappeared. "This will be fun," she said as she appeared in the main hall of the Dukedom. There were many eyes passing around and several maids and servants. However, they stopped what they were doing when three girls fell from the sky before the shoes of the Duchess. "What just happened?" "Who is she?" "That… that is the Duchess… look at her silver hair." "What is going on, Mona?"

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled contentedly in his new carrier, a fancy wicker basket lined with piles

There it was no surprise to see all the things that were inside because he already knows what was inside the place It was like a small fraction of treasures that the duke probably keeps. Looking to that, he felt that the duke was making a treasure room and that is what Damon thought while looking at the surrounding of the room. He knew that the room leads to the duke's main office and because he was informed well that the duke might be gone for a month due to his business meeting on another empire he didn't hesitate to come to the secret place again