Femme De Chambre Novels & Stories

The door to Dreston’s bedroom closed softly behind Cassienne. And she stood still. For five years, she had been his wife. Five years of wearing his name, managing his household, and carrying the title of Mrs. Tremont. And yet… she had never slept in this room. Well, except the day she was drunk. Her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her handbag. The room was spacious and masculine, a king-sized bed positioned perfectly in the center, tall windows overlooking the backyard. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, subtle and expensive.

"Of course, ma'am. If you need anything, don't hesitate to press the button on the table beside your bed. Have a pleasant stay." "Thank you," I replied with a grateful smile. As the door closed behind her, I looked around the luxurious chamber. Such a huge bed. The room was adorned with intricate carvings and elegant tapestries, giving it a royal and inviting feel. I flopped down on the plush bed, bouncing on it playfully. "This bed is so comfy! I could sleep for days on here." My mates chuckled and Kallum joined me on the bed. Kazimir walked to the bathroom, I supposed.

Petrov gestured vaguely, her voice almost mechanical. Eventually, she stopped in front of a thick, ornate door carved with roses and wolves. “Your room,” she announced flatly. The door creaked open, revealing a suite bigger than her entire house. Velvet drapes framed massive windows, and a chandelier sparkled overhead like a threatening crown. A rich rug spread out across the polished floor, and a bed that could swallow her whole rested in the center. “You’re next to the ninth wife,” Mrs. Petrov added dryly.

He got to the door and gave it a bang as he entered it, pausing in the middle of the room with his hands planted akimbo and tried to make sense of everything. The darkness last night might have obscured some little details, casting shadows on some things that might have annoyed him, but now that it was morning everything was in clear full view. His Bedchamber which had always been draped in rich soft colours of cream and brown was designed to portray floral patterns. And where there were masculine touches before, now bore feminine ones. Almost as if she was trying to prove a point to him.

"Hera is having issues getting on her feet." Damien growled with rage so intense that I could feel it. "And you didn't think it wise to inform me?" The maid stuttered in fear, wiping her hands on her apron. Pushing past her, he raced up the stairs with me. In the master bedroom, an old, graying woman donned in a white cotton nightie, lay upon a king-sized bed that was draped in white sheets. She looked like an angel with her eyes partially closed, and her chest rising and falling in a slow, shallow rhythm, monitored by the wires attached to her body.

She wandered to the door of a room on the second floor. Martha pushed open the door that was slightly ajar and was shocked by the extravagant decorations in the room. Only a concubine in ancient times would be able to get a room like this. Martha was intrigued. She looked around and saw the luxurious custom-made Chanel queen-sized bed. On top of it, there was a wedding photo. The man was handsome, and the woman was beautiful. They looked like they were hopelessly in love with each other. Clank! Martha’s heart skipped a beat!

She understands her shock. "I will bring you to your chamber, Madame" The same steward helped her unbuckle and gestured the direction to the ensuite. She dazedly walked until they reached a door, which the woman opened for her. "You can freshen up, Madame. Everything is prepared for you. Your clothes are in the closet" Still, in reverie, she did what she was told. The bedroom is comparable to a luxurious hotel room. Likewise, the bathroom is complete with amenities and bath essentials.

The place was bustling with activity. Seeing the young ladies enter, Nanny Jane quickly approached to guide them, "Felicia, there's a main chamber with four guest chambers and several more rooms. For the octagonal chamber, of course, it's for Madam. Among the guest chambers, one is for Felicia, one for the third young lady, and we've arranged for the fourth and fifth young ladies to share a room. The fourth and ninth stepmothers will have a separate room." After explaining, she glanced at the fourth stepmother.

Emmanuelle had taken Harry upstairs to her "bedroom." In reality, this room served more as a set to give the illusion that she was sleeping, like any average human. Therefore, over the years, she had made sure to make it as comfortable as possible by respecting the trends and fashions of the mortal world.