A Maid Was More Of A Calling Than A Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Although things were supposed to be different between us tonight, the touch of his hand on mine felt comforting as always. “Tell me what you think about what Madame Sand told you,” the prince urged as his blue eyes studied my face intently. I was supposed to bring this up to tell him that I wasn’t at all interested so I was very surprised that it was the prince who brought this up first. “To be honest, I think there’s been a very big misunderstanding about this. I’m just a maid and that is how it should be. I don’t want to be an honorable maiden and I am not interested in…performing any of the duties required of an honorable maiden…” I said pleadingly.

"Half the eligible ladies of the season were hoping to draw his eye." ​A snide voice from the side chimed in, "I certainly do not know why he picked a former maid, though." ​A few subtle giggles rippled through the group. They leaned in closer, eager to prod at my composure. "Do tell us, My Lady... how on earth did the two of you fall in love so suddenly?" ​I held my glass of wine high, keeping my posture regal and unbothered as I met their gazes. "Well... true love doesn't exactly follow the rules of high society, does it? That is precisely what makes it so special."

"Now you're finished, please follow me, my lady." "May I ask your name?" The maid looked at me, confused. " Please don't report me, mistress. If I did anything wrong..." "No," I giggled at her facial expression. I continued, "You have a calming presence, thank you for wiping my tears." "Oh, yes, I understand. The kings are terrifying. I'm a palace slave, for one, I dread it so. I've had to wipe the tears of many girls who had been chosen to satisfy our king, losing their virginity. But you, you're different; you must be the girl from the prophecy. Stay strong, mistress. My name is Illy; ask the maids for me if you need me, now let's go."

She looked about my age, or maybe she'd be younger. She bowed to me, and I shook my head frowning. I saw the large piece of paper in her hand and took it from her. "I am Hanna, and I am going to be your maid henceforth," she said. A maid? I wanted to protest that I had no need for a maid. I was just a standard omega, a branded one at that. I should be treated more like an outcast rather than a princess because this room I was in was more befitting for a noble-born, and now I was getting a personal maid.

I was the only one who seemed unfazed I couldn't help but find the situation a bit humorous. “I'm sorry, Princess,” the maid mumbled, her voice barely audible. “But we must serve the King first.” “She's the Queen now, not just a Princess!” I corrected the maid, my tone stern. “And who said you can't serve the Queen before me?” I questioned with my brows knitted in anger. The maids quickly bowed their heads, the fear of committing an unforgivable crime was clearly shown on their faces. They were no doubt feeling the weight of their offence.

Azalea smiled, remembering the faces of her pretty and jovial friends. "Did you later get in as a kitchen maid?" Maude asked Azalea softly, thinking she had come with the carriage that came to purchase the food the palace consumed. "Of course not," Azalea said as she looked at the sentiment look on Maude's pretty face, "I am serving a young prince a the palace." "Dear me! A young prince? That must not be so easy," Maude asked, thinking about the scary rumours she heard about how some nobles treated their maids very badly.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

one of the maids called to catch her attention. Dina looked at the Maid who has a mocking smirk plastered on her face. There are no women left in the palace with whom Samael didn't sleep with. Despite being the wife of their lord, no one respects Dina. She is just another piece of furniture and that is it. "I heard the king is looking for the princess. Unlike you, the Skipper seers age slowly. After she comes here, you will be moved to the servant quarters. I mean, she needs a nice room to stay in right?" the Nephilim maid made fun of Dina.

“You are late.” The maid said to Curtis as Curtis gritted his teeth in anger. Maids ought not to talk to him like that but this was no ordinary maid, she was the queen special maid and spy and Curtis even sometimes think that she was more loved to the queen than her own daughter and this maid was just as cruel of the queen and was also wrapped in a pretty package too. “I had to get away after I was sure that they were drunk from celebrating. If they were not I would not have been able to leave.” Curtis returns as the maid glared at him.