Romans & histoires The Bloody Duchess True Story

Not whatever heroic ballad this had become. "That's not what happened," I said flatly, then proceeded to explain—everything. The gun jam. Kyle's knife. Levi's kick. The chase. The salt shaker. The very accidental death. No dramatics. No heroism. Just the chaotic moment it was. "I see," the duchess said after a pause. "Even so, you were really brave. Most would've just stayed out and let the military men handle it." "I'm grateful," I said carefully, "but I'm bothered because the rumored story is butchered."

The two women showed the same style. “Stop rambling on, Duchess Scarlet,” Trish said firmly. He glared at the old woman. However, Duchess Scarlet replied sarcastically. To her, Trish was just a lowly knight because the man came from an ordinary family and had absolutely no noble blood. Duchess Scarlet turned her attention back to what she wanted to say. “Your Majesty, do you know that the attack happened to you and your mother 25 years ago was the plan of King Roland and Queen Cristela?”

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

Shirley took a deep breath before knocking on the polished wooden door. She hadn't been that nervous working with the late Duke, but now she was somewhat intimidated by his daughter. Perhaps, it was because, for the past few months, Shirley had witnessed a few hissy fits from the young Duchess that would make even an army sergeant flinch. There were about fifty-four servants before Violet took the sovereignty of Averbury. By now the Duchess had already fired half of them.

But as her gaze met the Duke’s, she saw a flicker of something else—something dangerous, something she hadn’t seen before. The Duke’s voice was low and deadly calm as he spoke. “I’ll take my chances.” Suddenly, the man’s gun went off. Time seemed to slow. But instead of the sharp sound of a bullet, all they heard was a thud—something hitting the floor with a heavy, muffled sound. The man’s face twisted in confusion as he looked down at his chest. Blood began to pool beneath him as he collapsed onto the floor with a sickening thud. Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. She glanced up at the Duke, who was holding his gun steadily in his hand, the smoke still curling from the

Even I knew how strange I was acting in front of her. "Well? Come on, tell this Queen what is ailing you little girl." I raised a brow showcasing my fake arrogance. "Huh?... Oh, yes Your Highness." She abruptly casted her eyes down again when she realized that her stare was pretty uncouth. "Urm... about my mother, it's a story about a very dark night. My mother was to attend to the Grand Duke Brikenhead who came back home after a long journey. But something happened during his journey." I knitted my brows when I heard her. What could have gone wrong for the duke, I wondered. "It is said that the duchess was absent when the duke came home and he was poisoned with Lucrilate when he stopped by

Hannah responded, nodding her head. "Thank you." then she started. "I discovered this place by accident..." ********* "then, I saw the body's face. Guess who it was." the Duchess asked Hannah. "The Duke's younger brother, William." Hannah answered slowly, bending her head. "How did you know?" the Duchess asked, looking surprised. "I knew long ago that he was into black magic but i kept it from the Duke." Hannah replied, feeling guilty.

She called out, and I couldn’t help but shudder. Indeed, that was true. I was here in the stead of the British Crown, and the very first ever official archduchess in the royal history. Now I really had to be dreaming. I chuckled smoothly to hide the nerves that were slowly clawing me from underneath my skin. “Shall we sit down?” She offered, and I was in the chair in a heartbeat. I grasped my glass and took a calming sip of my wine.

He would likely just brush it off and go silent. “Duchess used to be our fuck doll,” he said plainly, exhaling smoke. “A while back.” I waited for more. He continued. “She got too ambitious. Started thinking she could handle more than us. She requested someone… who doesn't know what control is and requested fr Baron. She underestimated Baron.” Silas’s lips curved slightly. “He fücked her so hard she couldn’t walk or speak properly for days.” That explained why she flinched every time she saw Baron.

He was perfection. I intended to inform Fitz of this progression, that I expected him to make ravenous and hungry love to me that evening when he handed me a stack of old London papers with a serious face. The headlines displayed varying levels of integrity, however every headline focused on the same topic. *** MISSING DUCHESS. ILL DUKE TO BLAME? *** THE GHOST OF TARRICK HALL CRIES FOR JUSTICE! *** DUCHESS LEFT WARNING OF DIRE CONSEQUENCES