You may be wondering.


Well, it’s real.


Way back in the shadows of the Middle Ages, an ancient ancestor  walked (or should I say LIMPED) away from a big medieval battlefield  having done enough service to his liege lord to merit the reward of a  dukedom.


(The limping is important, incidentally. It earned his  descendants the surname that is translatable as ‘son of the gimp’ – and  that was my maiden name.)


The Dukedom, of course, no longer exists and the family fractured in  the years of the Ottoman Empire’s rule, some converting under pressure,  other proudly not – either way, the family line is traced directly… to  me. That which my ancestors ruled as Dukes over is long gone – but as  their descendant, a Duchess I really AM, I have a coat of arms and  EVERYTHING, and I’m just attaching the title to “Fantasy” as opposed to a  titular dukedom long vanished into the mists of history.


Alma Alexander, Duchess of Fantasy, at your service.


Find out more here: https://almaalexander.org/