The Heir Of The Grand Duke (Official)

Episode 39 - Daughters of the Wolf

On a sunny afternoon, Alejandra was busying herself in her room reading dozens of books and a plethora of novels. She had quite the outing yesterday so she decided to take it easy this time around.

From the morning to now, she spent her breakfast and brunch cooped up in her room, reading through as much literature as she could.

She loved doing so purely to relax and calm herself. Not only does she get new information about a variety of topics, she's also just allowed to have a breather— away from all the unnecessary political discourse.

She sat on a cushioned seat next to a fancy looking table adorned with silver linings, designs, and motifs. Her tea was served in front of her and a quiet peaceful calm filled the bedroom.

Two quiet knocks came from beyond the door to call to her attention. “Yes?” Alejandra leaned to the side and called back.

“My Lady, it's me Teresa.” The voice on the other side replied.

Alejandra stretched her arms and glanced patiently at the door. “Come in.”

With the turn of the handle, the doorway swiftly opened and revealed Teresa, standing there in her uniform, with her hands in front of her, her shoulders relaxed, and a formal expression layered on her face. She bowed her head and spoke, “My Lady, Her Grace, The Duchess Amelia, has come to see you.”

Alejandra's ears perked up and she closed the book she was holding and looked as the Duchess, in a casual outfit, entered her room.

“Dear Niece, it seems you've been well.” Amelia smiled. Teresa bowed to both of them before seeing herself out of the room to give them privacy.

Alejandra wasted no time to stand and curtsy. “I greet The Wolf of the North,” She bowed. “Is there anything you need, Your Grace?”

This was Alejandra's first time catching a glance at Duchess Amelia without any of her formal wear on. You could tell that the Duchess was strong due to her large muscular build. She had broad shoulders and thick arms. Her short hair was tied to the back in a short ponytail. One glance at her torso as well, you could tell that it was likely chiseled and trained to a tee.

Yet even with this imposing stature, Duchess Amelia carried a gentleness around her alongside the intimidation that she brings to those she converses with.

The Duchess was indeed beautiful. Anyone who could see her can tell you that much, but Alejandra thinks beautiful doesn't fully describe Amelia. She was also handsome and princely, one of great androgynous beauty.

The Duchess stepped forward and looked around Alejandra's room, glancing at the books she's been reading. “How many have you read so far?”

“A couple dozen.”

“Hah.” The Duchess let out a small laugh. “You are indeed like her.”

“Like who?”

“Roselia.” Amelia smiled. “You mother would frequent the library more times than I could count. She’d always read a book or two daily and it didn't take 2 years until she informed our Father that she had finished all the books in the library.”

Alejandra blinked, she didn't know this fact about her mom.

“Roselia was the most studious and diligent person I knew.” Amelia continued. “Everyone, including me, expected her to become the Azarollan Duchess.”

“But she had married my Father instead?” Alejandra assumed the Duchess' following words but the woman meagerly shook her head.

“No, if it was simply that, I wouldn't have gotten into such bad blood with her.” Amelia’s face was forlorn and bitter.