All Chapters of Married To The Riveted Duke: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Sad Duchess

Williams was outside the house, and stood in front of the bullseye. The sun had set and the night was slowly falling. Stars appeared in the sky one after the other and twinkled as they did. The Duke took out an arrow from the quiver and positioned it on the bow. He drew the nook on the string, moved the fetching on the grip and aimed for the bullseye. He shot the arrow and it landed on the black ring. He shook his head, disappointed that he didn't reach his aim-yellow ring.Thomas, who had been with him, observed his gestures. He knew that his master was a good archer and never missed his target. But that evening, he wasn't playing as he normally did."Your grace," He called him.Williams turned his side and flashed a glance at him. He diverted his eyes to the bullseye and shot the arrow he was holding. It landed on the white ring."I've observing your aim and I've to admit, you've been losing. Neither of the arrows you have shot has landed on either the red or yellow ring. "Are you

Catherine’s Father

Williams sat down on the sofa and surveyed the interior of the house he was in."Here!" A friendly voice said.Williams looked at the person in front of him and smiled faintly. He stretched his hand and collected the cup of tea as well as its saucer. He saw the steam that came out of the liquid."Thank you, Mrs Hilda." He said plainly.Hilda hummed and stood there. She was watched him as he blew off some of the steam and took a sip of the tea."Do you like it?" She asked keenly, with a smile.Williams replied in a nod but didn't make eye contact. He kept the cup on the table in front of him."You know, I can't thank you enough for what you did for my lovely Becky. Despite knowing that she was pregnant with another's child, you still decided to marry her. Not all men would have done what you did." She said openly.Williams didn't reply. He didn't want to reveal his reasons in the cause to continue the conversation."Speaking of Rebecca, she had ret

Other Women

George and his wife lay down in the bed. He turned to his side and saw that his wife was already asleep. He had his eyes on her as he slowly removed the duvet. He had his feet on the floor and stood up without waking his wife.He crept to the door and quietly opened it. He snuck out of the room. He climbed down the stairs and walked towards the stateroom. He had got close to the door and saw the person, who her back against the wall.The lady heard footsteps and looked forward. She rolled her eyes when she saw him as he walked towards her."I almost thought my coming here would be in vain." She said plainly, without making eye contact."I had things to do." He replied. He stood in front of her and tried to touch her cheek.The lady slapped his hand and scowled at him."What is with the attitude?" He asked her."You were with her, weren't you?" She said, being a little jealous."She still my wife. I can't just leave her." He answered her. He let out a

What Smells Like Seafood?

Fiona walked to the dining room and looked at the table. The Duke as well as his mother were seated at the table. She had a smile as walked to the table."Good morning, Mrs Tracey!" She said cheerily as she pulled up a chair. The chair she has pulled was closed to the Duke's on the other side of the table."Good morning, Princess! I hope you slept well." Tracey asked her with a smile."It would have been a nice night if someone didn't chase me out of his room." Fiona said, indirectly referring to the Duke.Williams didn't reply and ate his food. Fiona served herself and ate her food. He glanced at his side and looked away."Why are you sitting down in my wife's chair?" He asked the Princess.Fiona swallowed what she was chewing and looked at him. Her facial expression was blank."The chair was empty and I didn't see her name written on it. Anyone can sit on it. I don't see the reason it should be reserved for someone who smells like seafood." She replied

Wrong Room

Rebecca held Catherine in her arms as they walked in an open field in town. Zita had accompanied her mistress and walked abreast of her. Catherine, who was three months old, babbled as she looked at a butterfly. The butterfly landed on her arm and flew away."Lady Cathy has become a chatterbox these days." Zita said amusingly, pleased with the growth of the child."Ever since she learnt to say something other than crying, she has been cheerful. It won't be long until she says her first words." Rebecca said happily,"Besides, she needed to get some fresh air. Being close to those arrogant women would make her uncomfortable.""Mm! I do agree, Your grace!" Zita supported her."Zita, can I ask you a question?" Rebecca asked her."Yes, you can." Zita replied calmly."You've lived in that house longer than I have and know more than I do. I'm well aware that the Princess and the Duke were once lovers. How deep was their relationship?" Rebecca asked curiously, re

Your Majesty

Violet sat down at the dressing table. She hummed a song as she brushed her hair. "Your Majesty?""Do come in." She said calmly.Violet had her eyes at the mirror and watched as the door creaked open. She saw the maid as she entered the room through the mirror."Your Majesty, His Majesty has asked him to call you. He is waiting for you at the dining table." The maid said."Oh, okay. Tell him that I'll be with him shortly." Violet said as she stood up from the chair. She picked up her crown and wore it."Are you going out Your Majesty?" The maid asked her."Yes. I want to buy some things for my garden." Violet revealed candidly."A garden? But there is no garden in the palace." The maid said in disbelief."Well, I plan to start. I don't do much here and I easily get bored. I thought having a garden will keep my mind occupied. I would want to continue but I have to enjoy my husband at the table." Violet said as she walked to the door. She turned th

War Front

Crystal turned the handle of the door and pulled it open. She entered the house and Christian followed suit. He closed the door and entered the living room."There you are!" Hilda said, relieved that they had returned."Where have you been? You were supposed to be back by lunch?""We got delayed a little. Christian got himself into trouble." Crystal said candidly as removed her hat."Trouble?" Hilda said worriedly."It's nothing serious, Aunt. It was just a misunderstanding." Christian replied."Flirting with the Queen could've made you to spend a night in the dungeon." Crystal said, in a firm voice."But she forgave me." Christian pointed out."As long as you both are home, I am at peace with myself." Hilda said with a warm smile."I will go and have my bath." Christian said as he walked further into the room. He walked through the corridor.Crystal had her eyes on him as he left the room. Hilda watched her keenly."You and my nephew seem

Not As A Martyr

"Ah!" "Your grace!" The knight said fearfully, in a loud voice.Williams looked at him arm and saw that he had been shot there. He grimaced in pain. The knight looked away and sighted the man who had shot the arrow amongst the crowd."Your grace, you were shot by the enemy." The knight informed him, still looking at the man.Williams furrowed his brow confusingly and looked at the direction the knight was looking at. He spotted the man as he aimed an arrow at them."Duck!"The knight didn't understand what he meant and looked at him. Williams had no time to explain and roughly pulled him down. The knight fell on the ground, lying flat on his face. Williams bent down and leant against the tree.The archer shot the arrow and it landed on a tree behind them. The knight slowly raised his head and looked at the arrow."Was that meant for me?" "It would've struck you if you didn't stay focused." Williams answered ironically. He moaned in pain and gla

Job Offer

Fiona and Tracey had stopped at a jewellry shop. The horseman got down and helped the women to get out. Fiona pulled the door open and waited for Tracey to enter. They both did. They met jeweller and looked at the jewellery he showed them. "What do you think about this one, Princess? Will it be good on me?" Tracey sought her opinion. She held up a necklace. "Um, it would. It's perfect for an occasion, especially when it's a ball." Fiona replied calmly. Tracey saw that she wasn't enthusiastic as she would about jewels and kept the necklace back in its box. "What's wrong? You don't look happy." Tracey asked worriedly. Fiona glanced at her and shook her head. She had her eyes on the jewellery in front of them. "I'm fine, Mrs Tracey." "You don't like one. Tell me, what ruined your mood? Does it have anything to do with that silly woman?" Tracey suspected. "I would love to deny it but you've already known." Fiona said airily, without making eye contact. "You shouldn't let

King’s Invitation

Williams stayed close to a window and looked through it. He glanced at his arm, which was wrapped with a bandage, tried to bend his elbow. He did but moaned in pain. He left his arm. "Your grace," Someone said from the door. Williams turned his head round and looked at the person. It was the knight, who had stood by him during the war. "Your horse is ready." Williams replied in a nod and returned his eyes to his former sight of attraction. He heaved calmly and left the window. He walked past the knight, who was still at the door. The knight followed him and caught up with him. He walked abreast of Williams. They left the inn and walked to where their horses were tied. "So, where to now?" The knight asked him. "We have to go the palace first. His Majesty had written to me. He wants to see us." Williams said as he spotted the horses from a distance. "What could be the occasion?" The knight followed up. "I have no idea." Williams answered plainly. They were close to their hor

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