Secret Wardrobe Of The Duchess Novels & Stories

’ With that in mind, I bolted up from my seat and ran through the door and hallways, a place in mind that will surely give me a starting point to discover: THE LIBRARY. If this world resembles the Victorian Era back on Earth, it is sure that every household that has a library holds the family history and documents. It is always like that. Sometimes, it is placed at the very back of the room, or contained in a sealed space or chest, even in a hidden room or anything. AsI trudged through the halls, both servants and maids alike bowed down, but not with a look of confusion and wonder as to why the duchess was walking in such haste. Well, I really need to be in the library as soon as possible.

I went back to the mansion after my outing and it seems like the rumors about the night spirits in the forest are much more active than usual… they said that last night a girl went missing again… seems like those human traffickers won’t calm down anytime soon… Back in the mansion, I hid the jewels and accessories that I have brought back with me as well as the few items I have bought in the shops, by the way, everything that I have bought today was from my own allowance and from the money I got after selling a few accessories and dresses. Or else the duke might get suspicious about what I have bought with his own money… I rang the bell and called for my attendant… but the person that showed

She was the true duchess of North-Valley. He thought back to the baby picture of Deonna that the guard found in Frederick’s room. On the pack of the picture, it read: She can never know. Which meant that this was something Frederick knew from the beginning. That must have been why Frederick was so adamant about finding her and getting rid of her because he didn’t want her to know that she was the true duchess of North-Valley. He must have been watching her for a long time if he knew that she was residing in the manor and knew who she was right away.

She wiped her forehead with a rag and began to pace around the office. She paused, looking at the space in front of her. ‘I need you to do something for me.’ She mindlinked someone. ‘What is it, Duchess?’ ‘First I need this to be of utmost secrecy.’ ‘Worry not Duchess, my lips are sealed.’ ‘Good. I need you to make a poisonous mixture, one that is extremely deadly but at the same time, very subtle.’ she said. ‘B…but Duchess, why?’ the other person sounded shocked. ‘Don’t ask questions, can you do it?’

"Levi, when do you plan to go back and finish the annex of the north continent?" "I'm planning on staying home a while longer," Levi said casually, sipping his wine. "I have a lot of vacation days saved up. Years probably." The Duke finally looked at me. Just for a second. Then away. The duchess's hands trembled. Shit. Why is everything so awkward? "This is our gift to you," the duchess said suddenly, sliding a box across the table. I opened it. My heart dropped straight into my ass. Inside lay an elegant necklace—heavy, ornate, crawling with diamonds so large and clear they looked unreal. Even Kyle stopped chewing. His fork hovered midair.

Then she leaned over close to Claire's ear and whispered, "Let's make this silly adventure less torturing, shall we? Pick whatever the hell you want, so I can get out of here already.” Claire frowned. Before she could say a word, the store manager reappeared before them. He smiled brightly. “Your Grace, may I have the honor to assist you myself?” “Sure,” the Duchess said. “What are the hidden gems you have here? Show us.” “Oh my, that’s a hard question, your Grace,” he said with a chuckle. “But I expected that you would be wondering so. So I prepared a special room for your private viewing. Only a select few have been there. Would you mind following me?”

Damian grew thin, the madness in his eyes deepening. The long rituals had taken their toll on both of us. Rumors began to spread through the lands. They said the duchy was cursed by a demon. They said you could hear a woman's screams and strange chanting on the wind. Until the day the Royal Guard suddenly surrounded the manor. "By order of His Majesty the King, we are searching the ducal estate!" I knew it was over. When the captain of the guard saw the blood-soaked altar in the cellar, when they saw Liana's body, long dead, everyone recoiled in horror.

It was obvious that it’d grab their attention. What would be inside? Jewels? Perhaps something worth of value? Everyone wondered in curiosity. Duchess Saphia gently opened the box. Inside it was a simple looking book. While everyone wore a look of disappointment, the duchess gasped deeply in shock.

I'd paired my casual oatmeal linen pants with a tight-fitting pumpkin camisole that bared my arms — pretty buff after gym workouts — and emphasized my small waist. One slowed to a crawl as the mansion approached, knowing what Sebastian had claimed about his home—that it was a castle built by an early twentieth-century timber magnate indulging in a grandiose gesture of wooing to the young woman of his dreams. I wasn't impressed, and he'd lived in blissful seclusion until the end of his days. Sebastian purchased it at auction, stripped the interior, and totally refurbished everything before relying on me to select the furnishings, fixtures, and appliances, despite the fact that I had no idea w

The mess was a testament to our shared excitement for the ball. “Sorry, I was making sure Jack didn’t suspect anything,” I explained, my fingers lightly touching the dress I had hidden away. Fiona had it laid across the bed, waiting for me. It was a dark blue, a gentle shade that reminded me of twilight. Fiona beamed, her smile infectious. “Let’s get you ready!”