As soon as Roseanne enters her chamber that evening, she collapses on the bed. Her muscles are aching and she is tired from the training. Polina is a strict trainer and her magic spell is hard to break. Roseanne tried everything she could to overcome the spell but it was of no use. Her head was not working and there really was no way to finish the race.
How did the other girls do it? She wonders. Roseanne asked a few of them and they simply said it took them a lot of training. They pitied her state and told her it will get better over time.
“Ugh!” She scowls. “Why did the Duke not tell me about this? Or did he mention it and I cannot recall it?”
Roseanne racks her brain to remember if Dmitri had mentioned it to her but her mind is blank. She is confused as to why he would hide something like
The next morning, Roseanne wakes up to find Iriana sitting calmly next to her bed. She is confused for a moment before realizing that she is completely naked under the blanket.“What happened?” She asks, feeling horrified.“You had your last wave of Heat for this month last night and jumped on Dmitri, naked,” Iriana says in a blunt tone. “He had to tie you to the bedpost and knock you unconscious to keep you from doing something you’d regret later.”Roseanne’s eyes widen in shock as the events of last night rush back to her memory. She was having a bath when the Heat came over her and she had approached Dmitri to seduce him! She even pounced to kiss him and he had to kiss her back so that he could tie her up to control her in that state.
Josephine’s eyes narrow in anger, yet she keeps her calm. She wants nothing more than to rip Roseanne’s arm off for touching her beloved Dmitri, but if she does anything to his mate, Dmitri will kill her. Josephine is well aware of Dmitri’s infamous motto: forgive but never forget. He always forgives his enemy, but he will never forget to punish them.“I shall see you at the ball tonight,” she says and promptly leaves. Roseanne watches her exit the study. Once the princess left, she turns to Dmitri.“How do you know her?” she demands.“I met her a few years ago for some work,” Dmitri replies, not looking at her.“What work?”Roseanne tries to keep her tone casu
Aria knocks on the Duchess’ chamber. She is holding a dress in her hands which was commissioned by Dmitri from the finest tailor in the land. Upon hearing that the Duke himself was giving him a task, the tailor took it upon himself to design a magnificent gown for Roseanne. The ball is going to take place that night and the tailor claims he made a dress befitting for their beloved Duchess.“My Lady, are you in there?” Aria asks, knocking on the door again. She hears someone sniffing inside and frowns.“Come in,” a thick voice comes from within. Aria opens the door. To her surprise, Roseanne is sitting on the floor. Her cheeks are puffy and her eyes are red. Tears stain Roseanne’s face, the powder she put on ruined. She is quietly sobbing in a corner which alarms Aria.&ldquo
The darkness of the night stretches throughout the snow capped mountains. Black clouds surround the sky, hiding the rising moon while stars can barely emit their twinkling lights from behind the greyish night. The clouds look as if it will rain later in the night, threatening a thunderstorm. But even the weather cannot dampen the festive mood in Sloria. Large crowds of people have gathered in the city square. Parents, children and the older people have excitedly joined the festivities which promised them a feast. Thousands of women have been hired to prepare large feasts and each family has been allocated a generous amount of food. The food is being served to the families in carefully wrapped utensils. Soldiers from the palace are keeping the crowds in check, maintaining the queues while several large fields have been set up for the citizens where they
He watches as Roseanne descends the stairs with a quiet dignity. Her golden locks have been tied into a loose bun with the curls hanging down her bright face. She has put on a little makeup but it amplifies her beauty. Her cheeks are blushing a sweet rosy colour while her amber eyes are sparkling under the golden lights. She is wearing a gown with a long wine colored bodice. The neckline is embroidered with rubies shaped like roses, diagonally stitched by hand and reaching from her front to her back. The upper corset hugs her body, showing off her slim figure while the amber shaded skirt is fuller with long folds which flow loosely around her feet. The folds are tied to the back, creating a series of rose shaped folds which make the back skirt fuller with emphasis on her tiny frame. Everyone gasps at the beautiful woman who is seemingly an ordinar
Dmitri is keeping an eye on the door but Stefan Vronsky still did not arrive. He is becoming impatient by the second. The whole ruse of the banquet has been held for him and if he does not arrive, Dmitri’s plans will fail.He calls Leo through his mind and within seconds, his knight appears.“Where is Stefan?” Dmitri asks.“We are still looking for him, My Lord,” Leo murmurs. “But he is nowhere to be seen.”Dmitri frowns. Why is Stefan Vronsky skipping out on the banquet? The Ezealyran forces will be furious if they find out if a Duke has been rudely ignored by a knight.“Find him,” Dmitri orders. “We cannot let him anywhere near the city! If he sees the true state o
This is like a dejavu. She is trapped by the ruthless people who are determined to sell her off for money. They do not care about her as a person, treating her like discarded trash. Her blood is boiling at the thought of being used as a plaything and something in her snaps. She feels a rage boiling within her.Memories of the past come rushing back. Her father’s death, the murders of the Royal Family and her friends…Alexei, Harietta and Anna who were killed. Alexei and Anna’s bodies, which were rotting in a secret location away from the graves of their parents and sister.She hates Ezealyra. She hates the people who killed her loved ones. She hates the new Royal family and their lackeys.She hates them all.“Roseanne.”
The moon has risen directly above the snow clad mountains, shining over the dark sky. It is flickering behind the clouds, a storm starting to swirl around the area. A cold wind is blowing by, making the lone man shiver. He is standing at the foot of the mountain, pacing back and forth.“Where the hell is that woman?” Stefan snarls. He licks his tobacco stained lips in lust. His memories of the past few days are hazy. Ever since he lost Roseanne at the auction, he has been furious.The days following the auction are a blur to him because he is obsessed with the thought of claiming that girl for himself. He wants to taste her soft, virgin body and torture her for his pleasure. Every time he is reminded of her, he goes into a daze and forgets about everything else to the point he does not even know what he is saying.