Novel & Cerita Secret Wardrobe Of The Duchess

And like a trained soldier, Brixtius executes an about-face and marches out of the room. Eurydice is still engrossed with her toy; I pull the curtain close. I walk over to the chest, lifting the heavy lid. Inside there are woolen dresses in either brown, tan, or blue colors. I pull out one of the blue dresses and immediately discover that these "sacks" are a one size fits all. But it is better than what I am currently wearing from the whorehouse.

Catherine’s pulse quickened with each inspection, nausea roiling beneath her nervousness. One of the maids, Beatrice, with her smug little smile, glanced over at Catherine and murmured, “They say the prince’s favorites always get bold sooner or later.” Another maid, Lucy, joined in, taunting, “If you’re hiding anything, you’d best come clean now, Catherine.” Isla bristled, moving protectively closer. “Keep your nose out of other people’s business,” she snapped quietly. The Chief of Staff’s search was thorough, but Catherine was still nervous. The earrings were buried deep beneath a large stone in the larder, exactly as Isla had suggested.

“I happen to have just had two new ones made and I thought this blue would compliment her eyes. I loved the colour, but it does not suit me well. We will just have some maids fit it to her before her ride. It won’t take long.” “What is a devantiere?” “Well,” the Duchess said, blushing slightly, “it is a French invention. A most useful but slightly scandalous dress. I’m sure if the Duke knew what they were about I would not be permitted to own one, but they are most practical. You see?” She held the top of the dress to her chest and lifted one side of the skirt out showing a long slit right up the back of it. “Oh my!”

she threatened as we walked up the stairs. “I am, sweetheart. Your father already told me he was throwing some little party for him,” I said as we reached my room. She looked at me before rolling her eyes and waltzing into my room, heading straight for my closet, where she began rummaging through my clothes. “All the nice stuff is at the back,” I heard her mutter, before she emerged. “This one,” she said, bringing out a soft blue dress, “Wear this one. And I will be here to do your hair and make-up, no exceptions.”

The duchess’s eyes widened, and she was silent for a few seconds before her long lashes flustered as she blinked rapidly. “You mean like, does he have another lover?” the duchess asked as she cocked her head slightly to the side in wonder. “Well, I’m not sure…” I murmured. That was probably what I meant; however, I wasn’t sure if he had another lover, and I didn’t want to make it sound like I was suspecting the prince. The way my chest tightened painfully before an empty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach reminded me that I had absolutely no right to keep the prince to myself. Even if I was told that he had another lover or even more than one lover besides myself, what could I possibly

"Let's go." The Chauffeur turned the car into the biggest shopping mall in the whole Iquarayon and that belongs to Rossi. The unexpected visit of the Duke and the dutchess was shocking for everyone, yet they were soon comfortable around the new dutchess and liked her a lot. Soon, their car filled with lots of things. Chloe did not leave a single servant in the palace. Though mostly she bought things for her little pretty boy. After the shopping, their car turned to the palace and half an hour later, they were home. Happily, they went in, however, things were different in the palace.

"His family funded my grandfather's war against House Rashad. They've had a place in this court ever since. Wealthy, connected, and apparently making very quiet moves behind the scenes lately." "What kind of moves?" "The kind that empty out a girl's room before sunrise." I looked around the dining hall. The high ceilings, the long empty tables, the servants with their eyes forward. Anyone could be listening. All of them could be listening. "We need somewhere private," I said. "My study. After your lesson." Duchess Selene kept me for forty minutes and handed me a scroll on the way out. "Forty-seven houses," I muttered, unrolling it.

Not if I had anything to do with it. Forcing myself to look away from the ridiculous decorations, I moved toward the far end of the room. There, hidden in the corner, was the electrical control panel of the mansion. A simple switch disguised as a rope. I had studied the layout of this mansion long enough to know exactly what it controlled. I reached for it, my fingers curling around the thick material. I hesitated for only a second, taking a deep breath. And then, without another thought, I pulled it.

Isolde was running toward me, her armor half-buckled. "Your Grace! The North Tower, the glass has shattered from the inside out! Lady Lyra is gone, and the guards... they’re awake, but they have no eyes!" "Where is the Duchess?" I demanded, grabbing Isolde by the shoulder. "The crypts," she panted, pointing toward the lower levels. "The iron gate of the First Duke has been breached. But Your Grace, you can't go down there. Without the shadow, the 'Hollowed' will shred your mind."

It had a specific crest small enough to hide under a thumb, three small ridges worn smooth at the edges from years of use. "She's a thief," Vessa said, pointing a finger at me. Her hand shook so much her fingernail clicked against the wooden frame of the wardrobe. "A common little mouse taking things from the western vaults. I went to find the blue velvet kirtle—the one with the seed pearls from the former Queen's dowry—and it wasn't in the cedar chest. I came here. I found the silver comb. I found the small lacquer box with the ivory inlay. She's been creeping through the corridors while everyone sleeps. She hoards them." My tongue felt thick, sticking to the roof of my mouth.