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

She rolled her eyes at the thought of her father. The maid let out a small gasp. "Miss, you shouldn't speak of your father that way." Princess narrowed her eyes. "Oh? Are you teaching me manners now? Why don't you just come over here and hit me?" "No, Miss! That isn’t what I meant at all. I was just—" "Shut up!" Princess hissed. "Taking care of me doesn't give you the right to talk to me like you're important. You’re a lowly servant here to work off a debt your family couldn't pay. Do your job and get lost."

“Nice to see you finally awake. Do you need me to do something for you? Like run your bath?” I frowned. “Okay, what's this new attitude about? Did I do something I have no idea about?” “I'm sure you'd want to live here like some kind of princess. You want me to act like your maid, don't you?” I threw my head back in laughter. “You have no idea how stupid you look, doing this,” I said, and she flinched. “Even if I wanted a maid, the maids back at home were so much better than you.”

“Let me guess. You think staring at a portrait will make you a princess?” Amber dropped her gaze, embarrassed. “You’re a maid, Amber. You dust and clean things. You make sure everywhere is tidy. You make meals. You do whatever it is you do but you do not dream about or admire handsome men who wear crowns. He is a Prince. He is also my friend. I am in his circle. He will not even let you clean his shoes because royal helps do that and I'm not even seeing you fitting into such a role. Your position in this house is even a privilege. Know your place.”

I am currently cleaning the prince's room, since he had already left instructions for me to be the one cleaning his room. The other maids had looked at me with envy as if cleaning dirt and lint for another person was an honorable job. Among the prince’s maids, cleaning the prince's room is actually the highest task a maid can be assigned. It means access to the prince's private spaces, a level of trust from the royal family, and the possibility of overhearing important information. For many, this duty is seen as a step above the others, granting special status among the servants. There is nothing wrong with the job itself, after all, many make a living from roles like this in my past life, b

the other Princess corrected helping the maid up but she seems to find it difficult to stand on her feet “All maids are nothing but a low life who has to serve all their lives and carry out tasks till they are worn out” “I think you have a bad orientation about who a maid is Princess” The Princesses all turned to the left direction to Prince Michael walking towards them, all except Claire look happy seeing him as they are sure he’s going to be on their side, everyone in Silverbell knows what the Prince hates the most ‘Treating servants as nothing but low lives’ “Did you do this?” he asked gazing at the maid and then back at her

the pretty maids asked again "do you want it warm, hot or cold and what kind of fragrance do you like" I looked from the first maid's face to the second's wondering what the difference between the three of us could be. They were even better looking than I was and I still didn't understand why they were referring to me as their highness. I was just a slave who was lucky to have been saved by the Prince,I didn't even know whether I would have to return to my old pack or find my own way in the world. "Or would you like to have your breakfast before taking a bath"

“Everyone is saying you're trying to trap my husband.” I cocked one eyebrow, “Your husband? What would a princess want with the husband of a maid?” I saw the flashing sign of anger on her face and smirked. “I'm not longer a maid, Princess Odessa. It pains me that I have to constantly remind you about that.” She sighed, her hands rubbing her stomach provocatively. “No matter how hard you try to make garbage pretty, it's still garbage. A maid can wear a tiara but that doesn't stop her from being a maid and a lowlife. I want nothing to do with your husband, he's just like you, trash under my feet.”

“Oh, there is a new servant, huh….” “Why …?” Before Aini had finished speaking, Nia suddenly slapped the woman's cheek, so hard that a very loud sound was heard. "You're just a maid in this house, understand? You don't deserve to be a princess. Because, your dead mother is also just a maid! Got it, don't you?!”

She instructed to the maid who listened her with bowed head. No wonder why she was a good friend of my mother.They certainly had so many things in common,treating their house helpers like their personal slave included in the list but I hate such aristocratic behavior. Come on, we aren't living in the monarchial reign.In fact, every country has the law to protect human rights. "She's the best maid one can hire in this city.I pay her the salary equal to a multinational company's grade one employee."She boasted of her riches while she ran her perfectly manicured nails through her intact hairs.