"When the Duke of Chanterive enters a room, society watches. When the Duchess enters, he forgets the room entirely." โ The Society Column, Vol. 2, Issue 1, 2025
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My nth times dinner and sleepover experiences with The Chanterives, always exciting like it were my first time. The Dukeโs smoked salmon and Shevaโs scones are tonightโs highlight!
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My nth times dinner and sleepover experiences with The Chanterives, always exciting like it were my first time. The Dukeโs smoked salmon and Shevaโs scones are tonightโs highlight!
Word of the Grand Royal Banquet held by the Family of the Duke of Somerset spread across England, with invitations graciously extended to the noble houses, from Dukes and Marquesses to Knights of distinguished standing.
Before she could answer, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then to her cheek, and finally to her lips.
"I'll take a shower," he whispered. "Let's get some rest."
"My lady, the Duke is looking for you."
"Oh? Has he arrived?"
Rostella made her way to the foyer, where she found her husband slipping out of his black leather shoes. The exhaustion on his face was unmistakable.
"You're finally home," she said softly, breaking the silence.
"Oh?" Rostella frowned. "I thought he wouldโ"
"It's midnight, my darling." He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "How about we talk about it tomorrow, after breakfast?"