A Maid Was More Of A Calling Than A Princess Novels & Stories

My maid wiped the sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief. Your grace？ "No, don't call me that," I said. A title is like a chain that binds a person to a position he or she cannot leave. The maid looked at me and whispered, "His Highness cares about you. He sent the servants to buy you many jewels and clothes this morning. And he said you could stay in his bedroom. I can see that he likes you very much. Now that the old king is dead, the whole capital is in turmoil and danger. You're just a princess from another country. You have no family here. If princes go to war, it will be hard for you to defend yourself. Why don't you stay here quietly and be the third Prince's woman? You will get p

The maid said, still bowing. " Oh!" I said, my eyes glued to the ice cream and colourful candies. "I… are you the king's bride? You are so beautiful!" The maid gushed, startling me. I was a little alert and hesitant to say anything. I don't know anyone here, what if she was an enemy? "I am sorry! Please, forgive me! I have been too presumptuous," she quickly apologized, falling on her knees. Maybe I was too harsh on her, after all she was a maid here. How can she be an enemy?

I should give myself time to make the right decision. Unbeknownst to me, I closed my eyes and fell asleep on a very soft bed. I woke up in the morning to a knock from a servant. "I am the new maid who will assist you in getting ready," she said from outside the door. I nodded as I sat up and headed towards the door to open it. Before me stood a maid in a servant's uniform. She looked about ten years older than me, I assumed. She looked at me before bowing to pay her respects. "Good morning, dear princess. I am assigned to be your lady's maid."

I thought for a moment she had heard exactly what I said because there was no way I could escape explaining that to her, and I couldn't. "Oh the King and Queen look so good together," she placed her hands on her chest, looking at them with admiration. "I wish I were a princess too, you know, and I had my prince charming. But some of us are not so lucky. Imagine, I had to be a maid of all things. Why didn't the goddess give me something better? Like, I should at least have been born to a noble or wealthy family, at least, like the gammas." I barely listened to what she was saying as my eyes could not look away from Lucian and Stacy. They indeed looked pretty happy together.

Ava, regal and radiant, had stepped in, her smile like the first light of dawn. "What is your name?" Ava had asked as she helped Coral to her feet. "My name is Coral. I appreciate you, my princess!" Coral had bowed with tears in her eyes, her dress torn, her hair caked in wet horse dung. "I’ll change your department so you won’t have to deal with those mean girls anymore," Ava had promised. Coral, who was merely a faeces disposer, the lowest rank of maids in the palace, couldn’t believe it. "But my princess, she is a gong maid, the lowest rank. There are ten ranks of maids. What will you change her to?" one of the other maids had challenged.

The Maid sighs with relief, tightening her hold on the Princess and quickening her steps. "Just a little further and we will be free." She whispers, the Princess nodding her little head. The Maid’s arms are growing sore from carrying the Princess since she found the little girl huddled in fear, but she has a sworn duty to protect the little blonde girl and as she pushes the door open and the fresh air greets her, she feels a new found strength inside her. With the Princess so close to being safe, the Maid knows that the future of her country will be bright.

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.

"Please, Your Highness, have mercy on us, please!" The daring maid came forward and kneeled in front of Emma while crying out loud. "You are…" Emma inclined her head to one side trying to recognize the face of the maid before her. "I… I am Venia, a maid attending in your palace, my lady," the said maid was feeling humiliated, she had never been disregarded and forgotten like that. She was the maid with the most outstanding looks around the other servants and was selected to especially serve the new Duchess. However, the moment she saw the beautiful face like an elegant fairy of Emma, her inner thoughts couldn't contain her jealousy and so, she was one that began with the rumors.

The woman was clearly dressed as a maid, but she was indeed a bold and confident maid. There was a saying that being a maid for a wealthy family had more power, status, wealth and rights to speak than a small boss or manager who opened a tiny stall. Sabrina had just watched a periodic drama not long ago. In the drama, there was a prince who was the King’s brother. When the prince met a minister who had power in the palace, the minister did not greet the prince, and it was the prince who gave way for the minister to pass through. The prince's little follower was angry and muttered to the prince, “You are a prince. Therefore, he should have given way to you and greeted you with a bow.”

She is still just a maid too. I knew that I had a long way to go if I want to adapt fully to my position as a maid. It's not something that's going to happen suddenly out of the blue. After all, one day, I'm a princess living my best life and then the next I'm a maid. There's no way anyone will be able to do that transition so perfectly in such a short time. Since I know that I'm not the person that I was before this, I do my best to be respectful to the people who are above me. But who is Slyvia? She's just a maid like me. Why do I have to take her crap?