Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

It made him more aroused, anticipating what his wife was planning to do. She bit her bottom lip playfully. She had her maid secretly sneak a book into the castle a few days ago, ‘The Secrets of a Happy Bedroom’. Since the suggestion came from none other than Countess Fennels, she did not expect it to be that scandalous, but it was. Daniel’s breath hitched when Magnolia’s eyes met his. He had never seen that look before, her gaze was quite mischievous. She placed both hands on his chest and leaned closer until her lips touched his neck. He could not move, he could only watch with unblinking eyes.

I rolled my eyes "Please just call me Allyson. We are like family don't you think so " She shook her head " I don't mind " She went over to the bed to scoop Amelia away. She greeted my friends who also responded. Susan left us alone while we continue to dress. I was done dressing but the same can't be said about my friends who are still trying to apply some makeup. Martha has already worn her dress but Bella is yet to put on hers. Her reason is, since she is going to be wearing a white dress, she is scared of staining it with her powder so she should wear her makeup first and then put on her dress after.

Regina The morning after Charles’s execution, the grand hall of the palace was eerily quiet, the storm’s remnants still lingering in the air. Faint scent of blood still lingered in the halls. I stood before the mirror, sun rays from the tall arched windows cast a golden glow upon my reflection. Today, I was draped in the deepest shade of black, a stark contrast to the muted grey gown I had worn just the night before, the very night I had bathed in the blood of those who set foot in my territory.

Every muscle in his face went still—too still. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she shoved it down. There was no space for trembling hands or second thoughts—not now. This moment had always been inevitable. Crossing paths with Alexandria was written in the fine print the day she said yes to Lazare. The woman was more than just his mother—she was a storm dressed in silk and secrets. Vlada straightened her spine, her heels echoing with purpose. She wasn't the same girl they once dismissed, the one they broke in silence and left to bleed behind closed doors. That version of her was gone—buried beneath the wreckage of broken promises and cold betrayals.

I whispered. “Please,” he said softly. “You deserve to feel beautiful.” His words made my heart race, but I pushed the feelings aside. He wasn’t mine. ::::::::: That evening, I wore the dress and helped serve at the party. The mansion was filled with elegant guests, laughter, and expensive perfume. I kept my head down, trying to stay invisible. Then Emily’s shrill voice cut through the noise like a blade. “Stop everything!” she screamed from the staircase. “Someone has stolen from me!”

Her nerves were always frayed, and her patience always thin. The maid's brow furrowed slightly at the unexpected rebuke, but she quickly regained her composure, bowing her head. "Of course, Milady. I shall leave you to your thoughts." Ameila retreated silently, disappearing back into the maze of rose bushes and sculpted hedges. Just as Seraphina settled back into her contemplation, a voice, smooth and laced with a hint of mockery startled her. "And why is the Luna of this grand pack looking so.......grim?"

*** CRASH! The next morning, the sound of shattering glass echoes through my chambers, sharp and unforgiving. I freeze mid-step, my fingers tightening around the spine of the book I was about to pick up before heading to my small library. The silence that follows is heavier than the destruction itself, thick with expectation. I turn my head and I see Casimir standing across the room, his golden eyes daring me to react. At his feet are shards of what was once a priceless heirloom–a delicate, crystal figurine of a wolf, gifted to me as a child–lie scattered across the marble floor.

she continued, “scar-cleansing herbs will be added to Milady’s bath daily. Twice if necessary. Her skin must be restored properly.” “Yes, Head Maid.” “And listen carefully,” she said, her voice dropping just enough to make the air feel heavier. “What you have seen here today… does not leave this chamber.” Silence fell instantly. “If I hear even a whisper, inside these walls or beyond them…” her gaze hardened further, “…I will personally see to it that every one of you loses your wolves.” The maids instantly dropped to their knees, foreheads resting on the back of their palms as they prostrated.

Before she could ponder about it, the woman continued, “Milady.” Zaina observed the woman who seemed to be quite old. But Zaina could not decide her age. The woman had long black hair which she had left open and every finger of hers had a ring. “Please take your seat, Milady.” The woman took her seat first and pointed to the chair in front of her. Zaina did as she was told and anticipated what the woman would do next. “What do you want to find out, Lady?” “I don’t know. I have never tried this before.” Zaina answered unsure of what the women meant.

Anastasia took a deep breath, wondering if she had taken the right decision. She knew that Raul had massacred the people of Draoidh kingdom after they had a waged a war against Vilinski some eight years back. Nyles continued... “And how do you think a queen who had abandoned her throne, who doesn't have a kingdom, whose people hardly remain, is going to help you? Where will you find her? Milady, they are like apparitions, they don't exist. And I am scared that in our pursuit of something impossible, we would fall into the hands of the demon wolf of Lorea.” she breathed..