Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

Not if you were listening in to our conversation Emerson. Before I could answer, a duke asked me to dance, and I left Emerson and went to the dance floor. Knowing my father, I knew the duke stood no chance, but it was considered unpolite for a lady to say no to a dance. “If you don’t mind, I would like to dance with my sister, Duke Marven.” Erwin interrupted as he took my hand and the duke left us. “You find anyone you like?” “Why are you asking me? The last person I expected.” I asked, feeling angry.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

DUCHESS 47 A week after the dinner at the Royal Palace, invitations are already being distributed to every noble of the Sagareste Kingdom for the upcoming awarding and banquet celebration at the end of the month. word had circled around the nobles of whom the award banquet celebration might be, but a lot of them had already suspected that the award and banquet is dedicated to the current Duchess of the Fortess uchy: Friele Marcia Madrigal Fortess— me. Upon knowing that, many of the nobles had already sent me letters of congratulations and further invitations on their houses so as to establish a connection.

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

She had a small purple cloak over her shoulders and a beautiful diamond tiara in her red/gold hair, the Commentator was all but drooling over her, ‘Now ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful young woman is the Duchess of Cheshire who had just returned to this country after living with our lovely neighbours from across the pond for the past seven years. I have to say the young Duchess has the most incredible hair I have ever seen, look at the color, it seems to change in the sunlight’

Stanley woke up. Wendy lit the candles on the cake. The flickering glow illuminated her reflection in the nearby mirror—a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress, devoid of charm or excitement. Meanwhile, Jessica, now a successful ballerina, was young, vibrant, and beautiful. Wendy was an ugly duckling, while Jessica was the white swan. After waking up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling and returned to the white swan's side. Wendy let out a bitter laugh.

Duchess Selene gibed at Ladia's face. Duchess Selene, the youngest duke of the empire, was a prodigy from birth who rose to the rank of a duke at just 26 years of age. She attained the title of S-class at the age of 22. A Master of poison arts, even while being the duke with the lowest level, none would dare stand in her path.

She snickered. My eyes widened at the mention of the Duchesses name. Duchess Von Keem was a cruel ruthless woman. She would do anything to remain as the prince's soon to be wife. I heard she slapped a count’s daughter just for admiring the prince during a hunting tournament. It was said that Lady Meroux gave the prince a favor. That was why she received a harsh smack from the Duchess. The rumors say that the bruising lasted weeks