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

"Hey, you can tell me. I won't judge," She looks at me from head to toe. "You look rich enough. Those are the people who have been laughing at me and humiliating me," "I promise I am not like them. I promise. A lot of people out there are really terrible and they are also elitist. You can trust me," The maid quickly looks around. "I am barely paid up to fifty dollars a week. The Queen says it is our duty to serve the royal family for free but she being a good person, decided to pay fifty dollars a week,."

She pouted her lips. "Ah, thank you for that honey. We are doing this for each other. If I were exposed, I wouldn't have been given this chance. Think about it. Besides, being a maid isn't that bad, all you have to do is clean and cook. You'll even have the chance of being friends with the other maids" he said.

But I’m not that girl. I never was. Or at least since I don't really remember what I was like, I wasn't girl anymore. Now! I don’t shrink. I don’t cower. And I sure as hell don’t let bitches rewrite my story like they lived it. And I beg to differ, if she has lived my life —the parts I remember — she was definitely not going to have a spine. Everything about her gave me a reason to believe that she wasn't even a maid, she was an over pampered princess. Maids are broken, not all of them though but someone like Bria who looked like they always wanted to whine about something? She should be broken.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

"The maid which created the vacancy for you to step in here was a personal maid to her Grace, the Princess. She was lousy, stubborn and disobedient to her, because she felt she was older, and so felt somehow intimidated being bossed around by a little girl, but you see one thing we need to know in life is that status does matters, ignore the age. "Even if you are employed today to serve a five year old girl please do it, she is royalty, of the royal blood and that is what matters. I hope you get me?" She asked. Rina nodded. "Sure, miss." "The name is Prag please," she winked. Rina smiled, she wasn't used to calling people she was sure are older than her by their names, she was gonna try thou

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Anastasia strode back to the cloth she was washing and I turned to face the angry-looking leader who was presumably cussing me in her mind for no reason. "What do you want? I heard you are now assigned to the Royal family. You shouldn't be here for any sort of reason" she pointed out in a tone that sounded like she was forcing herself to be polite. She was definitely terrified of my presence because my current maid position is higher than that of hers even though she is the leader of the low-status maid. I would have loved to play with their emotions a bit, but I was too exhausted to do that. "Truly, I have been assigned to Princess Micah, but I got sent here as a punishment" I lied and scan

When he left, he maids couldn't help but gossip among themselves. "Who is that girl that the prince takes so much care of her? She even stays in his quarters." One maid asked. "Yes. She's even a human." The second maid said. "Human?" The first maid asked. "Of course. I believe she is his mistress. She is so lucky. Even the prince's former bride to be didn't get to be treated as such." The second maid said. "I heard she was a slave, and the prince bought her." A third maid chimed in. "She even had fights with Rebecca."

Neema said to me sharply as she began to walk briskly back to the palace through the door I had observed. “Spy? Am I here to work as a spy?” I asked surprised. At least that's one step up from a whore. At this point, any job is better than being an object solely for the pleasure of miserable men. Neema stopped abruptly and laughed loudly. “Oi, you a funny one. Spy indeed. No dear, you're here as a maid. All the maids are in the employ of different members of the royal family. If you play your cards right you might even get to work for two,” Neema said to me with a conspiratorial grin.