Novel & Cerita A Maid Was More Of A Calling Than A Princess

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.

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."

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.

“What are you saying?! Are you stupid?!” The little maid on the side cowed and shut up. She knew the temperament of Miss Marielle, even if on the outside she was called a virtuous and gentle lady, in reality, she had a bad personality. After all, she was used to getting everything she wanted and had long planned to be known as the best candidate for a wife. She even framed that stupid princess to make her the laughingstock of the Kingdom, and thus, get her out of the game. Marielle looked at the invitation letter on the desk and shoved it to the floor.

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?

“Everyone is saying you're trying to trap my husband.” I cocked one eyebrow, “Your husband? What would a princess want with the husband of a maid?” I saw the flashing sign of anger on her face and smirked. “I'm not longer a maid, Princess Odessa. It pains me that I have to constantly remind you about that.” She sighed, her hands rubbing her stomach provocatively. “No matter how hard you try to make garbage pretty, it's still garbage. A maid can wear a tiara but that doesn't stop her from being a maid and a lowlife. I want nothing to do with your husband, he's just like you, trash under my feet.”