Chapter 246: The Fighting Duchess
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Chapter 246: The Fighting Duchess
"I would not know that," Magda answered as she stared at Fraunces's carriage. "But Count Lytton and General Lytton have their own affairs. The Count chose to focus on management and does not participate in anything that involves holding a sword. I heard that the Count was devastated when Dame Fraunces decided to pursue the Duke. That was a stupid stupid decision. Why pursue someone you cannot have?"
Rosalind nodded. As much as she wanted to know more, she knew that it would be none of her business to involve herself with the Count's family. Moreover, she still had to see the King and Queen.
"Alright, we should start," Rosalind said. Not long after, Miss Monoroe arrived with black and red dresses that she could wear. Then they started 'preparing' her. Once again, she was subjected to the torturous pain of waxing every inch of her body to having her hair pulled so tight that it hurt her head. Everything had to be perfect something that she was starting to hate.
Rosalind walked out of the room in her long sleeved, high-collared, black ball gown with layers of tulle. It was long, heavy, and uncomfortable, yet she could not help but love it. How could something be so uncomfortable yet beautiful at the same time?
In her past life, she wore dresses like this during events and special occasions, but she never had a dress as simple yet beautiful as this one.
She asked Miss Monoroe about the extravagance of the dress and she only had one thing to say. Duchess.
As the First Duchess, she was meant to showcase the luxury of the Rothley. Was she supposed to walk around with pitiful-looking clothes inside the palace? That would be an insult to the Duke, her husband.
In the end, she could only sigh and let them put her grayish hair into a very nice-looking updo with silver decorations that she had never seen before. Looking at the mirror, Rosalind could not help but pity her past self. She never had this luxury back then.
As a baron's wife, she could not exactly do as she pleased as she did not want to embarrass her husband and sister.
"The Duke asked me to give this to you," Miss Monoroe smiled at her as she handed her a velvet box. She opened it expecting to see a beautiful necklace, but what she saw was a circular earring with two enormous diamonds.
"This"
"It was made for the Duchess of Rothley." Miss Monoroe removed one of the earrings and handed it to her. "It was made for you."
"Thank you." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"Am I allowed to wear something like that?" Rosalind asked in return.
"Of course. If you want, I could make one suited for the Duchess of"
"I want something like that, the exact same thing."
"But"
"I will be fighting on the walls." Rosalind casually declared.
"Pardon me?" Miss Monoroe asked. She looked surprised. Even Magda, who sat next to Miss Monoroe, looked surprised as well. "How could the Duchess join the fight in the walls?" Magda asked.
"Is there a reason for me not to join the fight against those beasts?" Rosalind retorted.
"I thought this would be a one-time thing," Magda replied.
"A one-time thing?" Rosalind snorted. "I do not have any idea what you are talking about. However, I can assure you of one thing; I am not going to sit in a tower waiting for him to come back." She was not some love-sick woman in her teenage years. Moreover, waiting inside that place would be boring to say the least!
"A Duchess should not join the"
"Miss Monoroe, people are dying at the gates. Is there any reason for me not to help them out?" Rosalind asked. When it comes to discussions like this, she knew a very good way to shut people up and that was to talk about the people who were dying every single day.
Just as she expected, Miss Monoroe said nothing in response. However, as if on cue, they heard the coachman announce that they had reached the palace. Since carriages were not allowed inside the palace gates, all of them must walk in uncomfortable clothing.
Rosalind could only glance at Magda's simple clothes as envy flashed in her eyes.
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Chapter 246: The Fighting Duchess
"I would not know that," Magda answered as she stared at Fraunces's carriage. "But Count Lytton and General Lytton have their own affairs. The Count chose to focus on management and does not participate in anything that involves holding a sword. I heard that the Count was devastated when Dame Fraunces decided to pursue the Duke. That was a stupid stupid decision. Why pursue someone you cannot have?"
Rosalind nodded. As much as she wanted to know more, she knew that it would be none of her business to involve herself with the Count's family. Moreover, she still had to see the King and Queen.
"Alright, we should start," Rosalind said. Not long after, Miss Monoroe arrived with black and red dresses that she could wear. Then they started 'preparing' her. Once again, she was subjected to the torturous pain of waxing every inch of her body to having her hair pulled so tight that it hurt her head. Everything had to be perfect something that she was starting to hate.
Rosalind walked out of the room in her long sleeved, high-collared, black ball gown with layers of tulle. It was long, heavy, and uncomfortable, yet she could not help but love it. How could something be so uncomfortable yet beautiful at the same time?
In her past life, she wore dresses like this during events and special occasions, but she never had a dress as simple yet beautiful as this one.
She asked Miss Monoroe about the extravagance of the dress and she only had one thing to say. Duchess.
As the First Duchess, she was meant to showcase the luxury of the Rothley. Was she supposed to walk around with pitiful-looking clothes inside the palace? That would be an insult to the Duke, her husband.
In the end, she could only sigh and let them put her grayish hair into a very nice-looking updo with silver decorations that she had never seen before. Looking at the mirror, Rosalind could not help but pity her past self. She never had this luxury back then.
As a baron's wife, she could not exactly do as she pleased as she did not want to embarrass her husband and sister.
"The Duke asked me to give this to you," Miss Monoroe smiled at her as she handed her a velvet box. She opened it expecting to see a beautiful necklace, but what she saw was a circular earring with two enormous diamonds.
"This"
"It was made for the Duchess of Rothley." Miss Monoroe removed one of the earrings and handed it to her. "It was made for you."
"Thank you." The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"Am I allowed to wear something like that?" Rosalind asked in return.
"Of course. If you want, I could make one suited for the Duchess of"
"I want something like that, the exact same thing."
"But"
"I will be fighting on the walls." Rosalind casually declared.
"Pardon me?" Miss Monoroe asked. She looked surprised. Even Magda, who sat next to Miss Monoroe, looked surprised as well. "How could the Duchess join the fight in the walls?" Magda asked.
"Is there a reason for me not to join the fight against those beasts?" Rosalind retorted.
"I thought this would be a one-time thing," Magda replied.
"A one-time thing?" Rosalind snorted. "I do not have any idea what you are talking about. However, I can assure you of one thing; I am not going to sit in a tower waiting for him to come back." She was not some love-sick woman in her teenage years. Moreover, waiting inside that place would be boring to say the least!
"A Duchess should not join the"
"Miss Monoroe, people are dying at the gates. Is there any reason for me not to help them out?" Rosalind asked. When it comes to discussions like this, she knew a very good way to shut people up and that was to talk about the people who were dying every single day.
Just as she expected, Miss Monoroe said nothing in response. However, as if on cue, they heard the coachman announce that they had reached the palace. Since carriages were not allowed inside the palace gates, all of them must walk in uncomfortable clothing.
Rosalind could only glance at Magda's simple clothes as envy flashed in her eyes.
Chapter 246: The Fighting Duchess"I would not know that," Magda answered as she stared at Fraunces's carriage. "But Count Lytton and General Lytton have their own affairs. The Count chose to focus on management and does not participate in anything that involves holding a sword. I heard that the Count was devastated when Dame Fraunces decided to pursue the Duke. That was a stupid stupid decision. Why pursue someone you cannot have?" Rosalind nodded. As much as she wanted to know more, she knew that it would be none of her business to involve herself with the Count's family. Moreover, she still had to see the King and Queen. "Alright, we should start," Rosalind said. Not long after, Miss Monoroe arrived with black and red dresses that she could wear. Then they started 'preparing' her. Once again, she was subjected to the torturous pain of waxing every inch of her body to having her hair pulled so tight that it hurt her head. Everything had to be perfect something that she was starting to hate. Rosalind walked out of the room in her long sleeved, high-collared, black ball gown with layers of tulle. It was long, heavy, and uncomfortable, yet she could not help but love it. How could something be so uncomfortable yet beautiful at the same time? In her past life, she wore dresses like this during events and special occasions, but she never had a dress as simple yet beautiful as this one. She asked Miss Monoroe about the extravagance of the dress and she only had one thing to say. Duchess. As the First Duchess, she was meant to showcase the luxury of the Rothley. Was she supposed to walk around with pitiful-looking clothes inside the palace? That would be an insult to the Duke, her husband. In the end, she could only sigh and let them put her grayish hair into a very nice-looking updo with silver decorations that she had never seen before. Looking at the mirror, Rosalind could not help but pity her past self. She never had this luxury back then. As a baron's wife, she could not exactly do as she pleased as she did not want to embarrass her husband and sister. "The Duke asked me to give this to you," Miss Monoroe smiled at her as she handed her a velvet box. She opened it expecting to see a beautiful necklace, but what she saw was a circular earring with two enormous diamonds. "This" "It was made for the Duchess of Rothley." Miss Monoroe removed one of the earrings and handed it to her. "It was made for you." "Thank you." The source of this content novelbin"Am I allowed to wear something like that?" Rosalind asked in return. "Of course. If you want, I could make one suited for the Duchess of" "I want something like that, the exact same thing." "But" "I will be fighting on the walls." Rosalind casually declared. "Pardon me?" Miss Monoroe asked. She looked surprised. Even Magda, who sat next to Miss Monoroe, looked surprised as well. "How could the Duchess join the fight in the walls?" Magda asked. "Is there a reason for me not to join the fight against those beasts?" Rosalind retorted. "I thought this would be a one-time thing," Magda replied. "A one-time thing?" Rosalind snorted. "I do not have any idea what you are talking about. However, I can assure you of one thing; I am not going to sit in a tower waiting for him to come back." She was not some love-sick woman in her teenage years. Moreover, waiting inside that place would be boring to say the least! "A Duchess should not join the" "Miss Monoroe, people are dying at the gates. Is there any reason for me not to help them out?" Rosalind asked. When it comes to discussions like this, she knew a very good way to shut people up and that was to talk about the people who were dying every single day. Just as she expected, Miss Monoroe said nothing in response. However, as if on cue, they heard the coachman announce that they had reached the palace. Since carriages were not allowed inside the palace gates, all of them must walk in uncomfortable clothing. Rosalind could only glance at Magda's simple clothes as envy flashed in her eyes.
