The Bloody Duchess True Story Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

"The Duchess of Kobach has arrived," The servant announced the arrival of Emma in a very careful way "Who shall that be, oh right, the new married Duchess?" "The said daughter of a Merchant in Luriem?" "Oh no! She is now a Duchess, don't you remember?" "Oh yes, Your Highness, hadn't you met her? The Duke for sure had taken her here before, right?" "They said she is the most beautiful woman in the country." "How silly, she is just a witch, maybe she created her own rumors."

Kate remarked sarcastically. Duchess giggled and said, “Drop the act, darling. I know you’re mad to see me here, but I didn’t come here for you. I came here to honor my beloved friend, Agnes. Poor, poor, Agnes who was unloved by her husband until her death.” “How would you know? Did you live with them?” Kate asked sharply. “Did you miss the part where I said she was my friend?” Duchess retorted. “I knew everything that happened in the DaCosta household as if I lived here. If Anthony didn’t have the cops in his pocket, he’d still be in jail by now.”

"Alright. I hope after the final shot is fired, you'll give me a proper reward. Preferably... your hand in marriage." Laura's face flushed at Ned's teasing. In the town, everything seemed so peaceful. The women were out shopping as usual. In a exquisite gift shop filled with a dazzling array of goods, a sudden explosion rocked the air. Customers scrambled to escape, shouting, "It's a disaster! Someone's dead!" The shopkeeper had fainted. The Duchess of Page, panic-stricken, wailed, "Oh my husband!" Page Duke had died with his stomach blown open, intestines and stomach spilling out in a grisly scene that turned stomachs.