Being A Maid Is Better Than Being A Princess Novels & Stories

Your lunch is here. Her tone was reluctant, and I understood the thoughts of these servants. If the mistress were a real princess, her maid would also have great power and be generously rewarded. Serving a little girl with no power would bring her nothing in return and would be unrewarding. The book 'The Disappearance of Katrina' doesn't mention Inette's specific situation in the duke's household, but it's not hard to imagine that she must have suffered greatly in this duke's household, where there was intrigue at every turn.

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.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

Ella added. This was not making her case any easier, "The sad thing is maids are not in their social ranking range to even be made concubines, they are just used and discarded." This time it was Agnes. Aurora felt her appetite dissipating but she doubted that Caspian or his friend would need to force women in bed as they could get anyone, just not her. When breakfast was done Aurora made her way to the chambers and when she got there she got in and started with her work.

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.

"Yes, do you know that the new maid, Aurora, went shopping with Princess Ella and lady Vivian?" "Yes, the girl is going to be a leech. She's obviously trying to get close to the princess, and it's working." The second maid said. "The worst part is that soon, she'll act like she's better than us, just because she's pretty and is the personal maid of the princess." "Well, she's not in the royal chambers anymore." "I tell you that the princess is with her everytime. Removing her from the royal chambers won't change anything. I wonder what spell she has casted on our princess."

There was no day something crazy or bad didn't happen. "I'm sure you don't want my slave hand on yours. You know. Keep yourself clean and away from me please. Thank you" I said before she finally let go of the thought of forcefully shaking me. "You don't need to feel inferior princess. You don't need to. I am also a maid in this place. I am his personal maid and although you are just a slave. It doesn't make any difference. I know things might have not been going as you planned that doesn't mean we should hate each other. Does it?" She said smiling.

“The Wolf King? Requesting her? She’s a snook. What would he want with someone like Lyra?” The maid shot her a sharp glare, and the girl recoiled slightly under her stern gaze. “Perhaps because she’s better than you,” the maid snapped, not missing a beat. The girl stood up in anger. “Do you even know who I am? I'm a princess!” The maid didn't flinch, crossing her arms. “Yes, you’re a princess. But here, you’re just like everyone else. You're here playing this silly Luna game like all the others. If you were so important, you wouldn't be in this competition, now would you?”

she commented, looking on as the detectives filled the room once the body had been cleared. "Why would they do that?" I couldn't help but ask. "We're one tier above homeless, us maids. The money we earned is barely enough to feed two people, so we all live in the maid headquarters, cuddled in a large room but with the number of maids there are assigned to this house we barely have enough room." "I'm not complaining, I'm grateful to have this as others don't usually have this luxury. We were only given this room by Prince Raver. May Sophane bless his soul. He will bring about changes I can tell. Deaths like ours won't be overlooked when he's King."

she explained. "Why? Was it such a big deal to be a maid in the castle?" I asked, feeling confused. "It is because, aside from the salary and the benefits of working for Master Zion, the honor and privilege are much more important," she said, acting like a fan again. "I still didn't get it," I said. "Just forget about it, but if she only knew who you are, then she would feel dumb for insulting Master Zion's wife," she said.