Novel & Cerita The Bloody Duchess True Story

Kaleela shook her head, “How should I know? She always being cheerful like that. It's bugging me somehow. Then Crimson, take us to the ice castle!” * Helga bit her nail while she was looking on the clipping from an old newspaper. It is almost unreadable, but Helga use her magic to make it easier to understand. She re-read an artie about the death of late Duchess Lancia. Her health was failing gradually after Cecilia born. Duke didn’t remarry and its make Cecilia as the sole inheritor. The blue eyes woman tried to find the archive about Cecilia Lancia, and she only found about her nasty behavior toward another people. The more she reads, the more she didn’t recognize that noble woman.

Smoke lingers on the tongue, mixed with something tighter, quieter. Down the path moves Paige, steady under the load of our child asleep in her grip. My chest holds those papers - burning, real - the kind that might change everything we know. With each footfall, the night watches back, silent. At our sides pace Alex and Gareth, fingers near steel, glancing sharp into every dark corner. “Remember,” I murmur to her, my voice low. “We are not begging for our lives. We are presenting evidence of treason. You are the Duchess of the North. Act like it.”

Orseus asked out loud as he thought to himself. “What happened first, Alex’s mugging event or accident of the duke and duchess of Worthington?” Cornelius turned to Harry and Matthew; they were the only ones who were present at the time of these events. However, the answer didn’t come from them, John spoke in a low tense voice “The murder of the duke and duchess.” “Murder?” Aglaya’s eyes widened in shock while Cornelius and Baldwin shifted their gaze towards John, with Baldwin prompting “Are you sure it was murder?”

Do you understand the price of misleading your king? "Misleading the king?" My mother looked up, eyes bloodshot, voice shaking but fierce. "Every word I speak is truth. My daughter was the Duchess of Valecrest—your BETROTHED. "She was attacked on the road home and taken by Selovia. They KILLED her." Leon would not accept it. To him, it was another scheme. "Nonsense. If this were true, why was I not told? My personal guard answers to me alone. Who would dare withdraw them?"

Then, the King sees the blood on her clothes. "I killed two of her knights. It's my defense mechanism. I am glad that I made it out alive on that place." Amelia flatly says without explaining everything to the King. "What happened?" Worried, the King asks. "It's a long story. But, to make it short, it is confirmed... Lady Berenice is held captive in the Duchess's torture room while the Duke is dead. Therefore, the Duchess is indeed the mastermind of this mess." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

"Everything we could find on Rick Cameron." Valerie opened the folder, grateful for the distraction from her past memories. She was ‘The Duchess’ now. And Dominic Calder was six feet under. She shouldn’t be thinking about that life anymore. She looked through the folder. In it was the photograph of the man who had dismissed her so coldly last weekend. As she studied his arrogantly handsome face, the fury she had felt that night resurfaced. She will deal with him accordingly, and by the time she is done, he will bow to her when next he sees her. No one treats the Duchess that way and gets away with it.

Envious, that's what the only thing exist on their mind. On their way home, the Duke and the Duchess with their soldier on their side, got ambush and dead on the spot. They didn't know what is coming in their way. The soldier with them doesn't have any chance to moreover fight for them. They let their guard down. Leading them into a death. The Palace of Devin's located at Horace's Walpole, bombarded with a shocking news. They didn't expect those tragedy will come and meet with them. They mourn and let their sorrow contempt with the surroundings of the Palace.

Thinking he was just making things harder for her on purpose, Seraphina was getting annoyed. Anya came out from Seraphina's shadow and said awkwardly, "I think Kieran is probably at that tomb from last night." Seraphina frowned. "Why would he go there?" Anya lowered her head. "That girl, Eleanor, looks almost exactly like the Duchess of Blackwood from a few centuries ago. And she was the one who betrayed Kieran back then." Anya had once heard the story in life, whispered like a legend. People said the duchess played two sons of the duke at the same time. First, she was with Kieran, then she turned to his younger brother.

"My fellow lords, we cannot allow this blasphemy any longer; we mustn't pave the way for Satan into our lives. She, along with those of her kind, will cause us great misfortunes; plagues, chaos, war and even the wrath of God. The Devil will ruin our life's and fa-" "Kill the Witch!" Father Benedict, had barely formed his words, when someone shouted from amongst those seated. "Burn the Devil's spawn!" "Burn the witch!" and again came another. These sorts of words were echoed all through the courtroom. The duchess stood speechless; it was her trial, but she could not defend herself. The King cleared his throat, causing the upheaval to cease. He turned his gaze from those seated, to the woman i