The Duchess Cast Novels & Stories

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

I would have preferred to ride with Sharon. But father and son really do look alike. When they are both sitting quietly, they are like two peas in a pod. Even their relaxed sitting positions are similar. When you think about it, Claire and her oldest son look quite different. Maybe she is closer to the late Duchess? I really don't know what the Duchess looks like. I've been at the Duke's estate for four or five months and I haven't seen a single photograph or portrait. I've been in the Duke's office and Claire's room several times, and there's absolutely no sign of the Duchess.

The Duchess screams as she didn't like the way the young Lady attacks her, disrespecting and disregarding her status as the Duchess of the Vermin Kingdom. Instinctively, the Duke reacts to the young Lady's assault, and he tries to pull them out of each other. But, surprisingly, Lady Berenice's strength outmatches him. "Let go of you her!" The Duke commands, trying to get Lady Berenice's attention yet Lady Berenice doesn't seem to care anymore. Never giving up, the Duke uses his strength to intercept the women's quarrel. The Duchess could feel the stingy feeling in her head as her hair is being pulled out by the young Lady's hands.

his eyes looked sad, but I knew deceit lived there. “I hope you die today,” I whispered under my breath, I heard footsteps approaching me, I turned and it was the duchess, at the corner I saw Mateo struggling with the crocodile as he held it down with his knees. “I apologize on Ennie’s behalf, she’s usually a sweet girl, I think she’s off her meds today” The duchess managed a weak laugh, she saw no one laughed back and she stopped, “Come on dear, let me take you to get changed,” she said, gesturing for me to follow.

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

In fact they were standing still, as if awaiting the end of the conversation. The duchess snorted, “What nonsense! Eridanus was planning a revolution from the very beginning. And you, bitch, were on his side. You should have been strangled in infancy, like Ger said!” “But...” I found nothing to answer. I choked with my own breath. “But, but...” she mocked me and then bellowed, turning to her guardians, “Why are you standing there? Go on! Kill them!” At this moment, Glein lurched and began to let go of Reive, tightening his grip on his sword.

"Isn’t that what makes sense, Duke? Most noblewomen care only for finery, attention, or flattery... but this Duchess? She identifies what even some of our top officials overlook. Of course she’s different—she’s not Baron Galina’s real daughter." "That’s one thing," Saihan added, "but couldn’t that also be a warning sign? She’s no ordinary woman. She understands military tactics. She reads Aldor’s political currents. The real question is—who exactly are we dealing with?" A heavy silence settled over the room. Hugh’s grip on the letter tightened. Was the Duchess a trusted ally—or merely another pawn in a far greater game? The question remained unanswered. But one thing was certain—they could n

he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek before bolting from the room at full speed. The duchess let out a thin laugh. “What a coincidence.” I turned my glare on them. “Would you believe it if we said that we just get paid to watch over things?” she added. Oh my fuck. “You’re not the real Duke and Duchess, are you?” I sighed. “But we signed the agreement. We’re fully with you,” the woman insisted. “Where’s the real ones?” I asked. “They fled to the city next door last week,” the man pretending to be the Duke admitted.

she breathed, turning her perfect face to look me fully in the eyes. "I think we'll be happy here," I told her, ignoring the pit in my stomach. The Duchess was the kind of beauty that men go to war for–a perfect figure, a perfect face, a perfect personality. She never said a wrong word, and she was clearly born to play the role of a royal.

' Cethin was on the verge of laughter, and Ozul was irritated by it, so the latter just disregarded Aldrich and took Cethin to the corner. The Duchess sprang to her feet, nearly smashing her saucer, but her maid quickly catches it with her foot before it shatters on the ground. The two aides behind the princes looked at the maid in surprise. "Y-Your highnesses!" Duchess Loreant bowed instantly and the princes let themselves be comfortable on the sofa placed in front of the duchess, Aimilios sitting down while Aldrich decided to stand behind him, leaning on the sofa. "Don't tell me you haven't seen it yet?" Aimilios asked as the duchess's maid placed a teacup in front of him.