A Maid Was More Of A Calling Than A Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They'll be at your chamber soon I smiled and stood to go I bowed and left I entered my chamber and waited for about 10mins before the maids arrived I asked the chief maid to do me a favor Me: there is a maid that I like and I want her to attend to me Chief maid: yes princess, will ask her to attend to you Me: good, her name is Blue. She's a prince maid The woman bowed and left Soon she came back with the maid I looked at her from head to toe She's pretty And blue eyes That's why Adrian loves her I scoffed and ordered her to change from that blue uniform She did and I immediately ordered her to change everything in my room from white to red. Blue : but your highness, I can't do it by myself M

Fate wanted to snatch his son from him just like what happened to his mate. _______ "Do you need some help taking a bath, your highness?"One of the maidens asked with a raised brow and bowed. "What?"Her eyes popped out when she heard her weird question. The maidens looked at each other and then looked back at the new Princess. The three young girls were just doing their job. They were her servants and that meant that they were supposed to do everything for Alessandra. "No, thank you."She answered quickly and waved her hand in the air in dismissal.

She muttered the words before sleep took her off. She had lived a princess like laugh before that incident happened into her life. It's no surprise that she is finding a maid job difficult for her. She used to be served but now she is serving others.

"It's about the formal Princess who has been made a slave." "Hmm!" Another scoffed. "What about her? The people always talked about her being the most beautiful woman on earth with powers that could take a thousand of men down in one stride. Look at her now, dirty and powerless. Such a blow to her womanly pride." Another said again. "The King has appointed a maid to her. Shocking right? Why would the King appoint a maid to her and give her a room?!" "You're not right this time, Olan. I will not agree to this."

But I’m not that girl. I never was. Or at least since I don't really remember what I was like, I wasn't girl anymore. Now! I don’t shrink. I don’t cower. And I sure as hell don’t let bitches rewrite my story like they lived it. And I beg to differ, if she has lived my life —the parts I remember — she was definitely not going to have a spine. Everything about her gave me a reason to believe that she wasn't even a maid, she was an over pampered princess. Maids are broken, not all of them though but someone like Bria who looked like they always wanted to whine about something? She should be broken.

"what will I be doing as his slave?" her ear still rang from what the head maid said to her and her hand became more sweaty as she followed Bella.This is just a date she can't escape. They moved in fully into the suite and there where ten other maids.they were all on maid uniforms.they looked smart and clean. " she's young masters slaaaaaaave" Bella said, dragging the word slave. Tears of humiliation gushed out of Mandy's eyes. She has always been treated like a princess in her house when both her parents were still alive and suddenly she became someone's slave?

“The King’s new slut.” The maid murmured. The maid has been in the castle for decades and she knew exactly the King’s routine and the women that he slept with. “What’s special about her?” They were currently discussing why the King suddenly took a favorite. The new maid continued arranging the flowers. “She’s pretty. But her boobs are not that big enough.” Few of them have been one of the maids who offered their bodies to the King. They have to please the King every night to get whatever they want, however, the woman that they meant doesn't have to do anything else at all.

I called while finally turning to her direction. "Yes my prince" she answered with head bowed. "I want a favour from you" I said as she suddenly looked up. "Anything my prince, I'm ready to serve you my prince" "Okay, I need the full details of one of my personal maid, her name is Mma, how well do you know her?" I found myself asking, I knew my question could sound as a surprise to her but I was too eager to know more about her which was something unacceptable even in the ears of the villagers.

I looked down at the brand-new outfit in my arms, its price tag still attached, and didn’t move. Vincent frowned. “What are you waiting for? Go on.” At that moment, the matter-of-fact look on his face overlapped with the detached look on the photo on his tombstone from my previous life. The next second, I stood up and tossed the equestrian attire straight into the burning fireplace. “Vincent,” I said calmly, looking up at him. “I am your wife; I’m not your housekeeper and certainly not Liam’s nanny.” The smile on his face slowly vanished. He stood up, towering over me as he looked down.

“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.