Artinya Treat Like A Queen Novels & Stories

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

"Niha dear, do not treat the servants like slaves. They are people too and they get tired too, they work day and night to make sure you enjoy all the comfort of whatever party, dinner, lunch, and breakfast you are having so treat them with respect. Ariana looks slightly soaked, I am afraid she encountered a mishap on the way. So she needs rest and not scoldings, got it?" The queen's mother lectured to Niha who reluctantly agreed by nodding her head.

She scoffs. I raise an eyebrow. “You are mated to three Kings, my love. That makes you Queen in three different Realms.” A flush heats her cheeks, she whispers oh softly, hiding her face in my chest. “You’ll get used to it, I promise.” “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being treated like a Queen.” Jamari mumbles into my chest, getting chuckles out of everyone in the room.

I pointed to the park in the middle of town. "We have the title Raden Ayu," Nay (Javanese nobility title like RA Kartini) "Huh really!?" I look at them seriously. "Yes, so do what we want!" Nia was firm while pointing at me. "Sendiko dawuh Ndoro." (ready to do it my majesty) While I bow my head. "Why are you more surprised by the title than the fact that we are Queens here now?" Erin looked at me annoyed. "Hmm, why? Because of your behavior!"

Jay said, “You’re my woman. It would be best if you enjoyed the treatment of a queen when you’re sick. Don’t feel guilty, Angeline.” Angeline retorted, “But you’re not treating me as if I’m the queen. You’re treating me as if I’m Mother Mary. It feels like if I’m slightly disturbed, the whole universe will start crumbling for you.”

Boma's lips curved into a polite smile, masking the tangle of unease coiling within her. Amidst the friendly banter, Queen materialized at her side, a graceful apparition in the flurry of excitement. With a subtle gesture, she led Boma to the balcony, the distant hum of the city a gentle backdrop to their conversation. "Boma, my dear," Queen's voice was a whisper, laced with a hint of urgency. "You do understand what marriage is, don't you? It's a beautiful prison, an ornate cage that can be quite suffocating."

He grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and stepped toward the exit of the training house. "Please, don't call me that. Do you see me wearing a crown or something?" He laughed and followed me. "Look at them," he said once we walked out, and he pointed at the field full of women picking up fruits and vegetables. "They picked that name for you, and you should respect it. You don't need a crown to be a Queen for them. You are their lifesaver." "I don't think that I deserve to call myself a Queen just because I made their lives less miserable. Besides, you did a lot to build our Bright Haven. If I am the Queen then you should be my King." I winked at him.

I turned on my phone's screen and I started typing as I replied with a message that read, ‘I am on my way, I'll be there immediately. After I clicked sent, I dropped my phone back into my purse, I turned my gaze to Ivy and listened to her conversation with the driver. “What response did he give you honey?” I asked lowly in a tell tale voice and she turned to me and responded almost immediately. “Mommy the driver said a queen is a lady who manages or take care of a kingdom or territory. She is the lady in command beside her kind and when her king isn't around, she steps up and takes the throne just like you are doing. You're a queen mommy, you're way cooler than a princess.”

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

"What are they?" Elena's eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and determination. "First of all, I will be treated like a queen. And I mean it—queen treatment. Not whatever this is," she gestured vaguely at the room and the people around her. "Judging by the way you all dress and how you address each other, you clearly deal with kings and queens here. So, I'll be the queen." Kiara raised an eyebrow, her patience visibly thinning. "Elena, this isn't some palace fantasy. You can't just—"