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

“Miss, it’s time for dinner.” “Hmmm… I’m not hungry, thank you,” Alina replied. She had eaten a lot earlier and wasn’t ready for more food. “Okay, Miss,” the maid said, bowing slightly before walking away. Alina wanted to tell her not to bow. She wasn’t used to it; it was something she had only ever seen in TV dramas where maids bowed to princesses. Thinking about princesses reminded her of Sleeping Beauty, the princess who slept for years until true love woke her up. What if fate twisted things, and the only way for her to live longer was through true love?

The maids stared at her like she had gone insane before realization crept on one of their faces and the maid gasped. “You must be the King's slave!” Adriana grimaced but she nodded. “Yes, that's me. The King's slave.” She said curtly and the other maids gasped too and bowed their heads immediately taking Adriana off guard. “What are you all doing?” They raised their head. “Being the King's slave is an honor and you are the King's slave, meaning you are high above all other slaves and maids here.” Adriana was struck by her words. “High above?”

"I’ll call the camp leader to entertain you. As a princess, you deserve special treatment." But before he could call out, I swiftly intervened. "Wait!" I said, placing my hand on his arm. He turned to me, surprise etched on his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked. "Please don’t," I urged. "There’s no need to call the camp owner for entertainment." "But you're a princess," Dylan protested. "It’s his duty to ensure your comfort an entertainment." "I don’t want special treatment," I insisted. "There are reasons why I’d prefer to keep a low profile."

Realization dawned on me when her smile grew, and her eyes became impossibly big. “You’re the maid I met earlier,” I said, narrowing my eyes at her. She chuckled and bit her lower lip. “Guilty,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t understand…” I said, glancing at Emily before returning my attention to Mia. “You’re the princess?” “Yes,” she answered. “I am the princess. I was only pretending to be a maid so I could go around and explore the palace without being pestered. It was childish of me, but I got what I was looking for.”

They all had scornful looks on their faces. "You had better stop acting like a princess and behave properly, this place is not a place to act all soft and helpless, this is a slave quarters and a princess is not allowed here. Do you know what that means? It means that you are not allowed to act like you are a princess here because you are nothing but a common slave now." The head maid spat on my face.

Th King declared in irritation as he turned to leave the dining room. “But your Highness,” Prince Scott protested immediately. “I heard you have been rejecting a lot of my maids recently. You may be a dignitary but you are still a guest. Please know your place and don’t attempt to change the maid I have for you today. She saved your life, so she should be useful to you,” The King responded sternly and strolled out of the dining hall. My head swarmed as I looked at my new master. A total of seven maids had broken down after working for the man, coupled with the fact that he wants my head on a gold platter.

Of course, even though I'm in a hurry, I still maintained my dignity and ettiquette while eating. Because I know that some maids that are currently here are spies sent by other nobles. Just like Calix, he have a spy maid to find out what I am doing. That's just the same as other nobles. After all, maids doesn't have a bind on them unlike imperial knights so thy can send as many of them here. That's why I don't really trust these maids around me. Sometimes, they would try to gain my favor byt since I am aware of the fact that some of them are spies, their effort were wasted.

"My child is too little . . . to be left alone. I am so sorry! Please say that-" "You have never abused another slave?" I ask so it doesn't seem like I am compassionate to the evil. I do think that this maid was the least aggressive compared to her fellows. But she wasn't influenced. "I have . . . never! I only made that mistake tod-" the maid defends but the Princess cuts her short. "What are the names of your child?" she questions. "Ah . . . I . . . um . . . Lacey . . . I think," the maid stutters.

"Not really My Lord, as I don't pay any attention to those sort of things." "Well you're missing out on the simple pleasures of life, life will pass you by without you experiencing anything. "But aren't we all slaves to whatever we serve." Caspian looked straight at her, "So by your own words I am in bondage to my desires?" He saw that she was squirming, in her seat. "Forgive me My Lord I was out of my bounds, and I am a mere maid after all." Caspian nodded, why would he get rattled by a mere maid's opinion of him, what did she know besides serving.

“That means I can command those maids?” Adrian chuckled, relieved at the flicker of humor. “They are all yours. They serve you and you alone. They only listen to your command.” Ariel turned her head with sudden seriousness. She raised her hand, crooked her middle finger, and beckoned one of the maids closer. The maid, wide-eyed and trembling, hurried forward and knelt instantly. “Yes, my princess.” Water spilled down her cheeks as she said the words. Ariel tilted her head, watching her. “Whao… whao…” she whispered. “I’m truly a princess. Thank God it’s not poor people that came to claim me.”