Femme De Chambre Novels & Stories

Also, she couldn’t find any guards outside His Majesty’s chamber where one or two guards stood all the time. However, it was also a good thing because if any guards were outside, she would have to seek permission and at this time, no one would allow her into His Majesty’s chamber. Entering the bedroom, a cold breeze trembled her whole body, turning her head to turn towards the fireplace that had been extinguished. It looked like it didn’t burn once today. Thanks to God, the candles were burning. No wrinkles on the bed, it implied no one has slept and Gabriel isn’t in the chamber.

Although the room is minimalist you can still see how grandiose it is. Alex: Did he sleep here last night? Is there a room inside? Alex says while looking around but she was startled after hearing someone answers her questions. Dame: No, I didn't sleep here last night. I went home at 3 am. but someone occupy my bed so I went to your room and slept there. Yes, there's a room here inside but I prefer to go home and sleep with my wife. Dame said while walking towards her. Alex: You scared me.

Marianne has been feeling on edge as the light of the day is fading. This is the first time that she will be spending the night outside of her comfort zone. Her first time sleeping at her in-laws' house. Mary had shown her their room earlier. She was informed that it used to be Francois' room but because he has rarely used it, it was turned into a guest room. It has a double bed which had been making Marianne flustered for the coming of the night. She is used to sharing the bed with him in their massive bed which occupies about four to five people. Which is just perfect for her comfort and thoughts. It is too wide that they barely had any skinship, unless Marianne will move closer to Francoi

I could feel it in my bones. The door was guarded by two men when Tabo knocked. “Mrs. Winston wants to see Signora Celestina.” I turned to Homer. “I’ll be fine.” He nodded stiffly. Once I was inside, the two doors opened and shut. I felt goosebumps and horror at the base of my spine as I suddenly left alone. It was a massive room like what we had in the house. The decoration was spectacular in a royal interior design. I instantly saw a dark-haired woman lying in bed. When she noticed she wasn’t alone, she stiffened and got up. She had a pretty white maxi dress in full makeup. She was young, maybe just two years older than me, and looked like she’d been crying.

She thinks that it would be better to press than knock. "Come in," He ordered clearing his throat. She got in while opening the door. She slowly strode inside but her mind was blasted by the luxury and size of the chamber. It must have covered half of the floor. She blinked twice and was looking at the interior of the chamber. Something is the same, white flip curtains, dark chocolate brown furniture and the rest of the things are white and even the statues and showpieces are also white or chocolate brown. She shook her head and she reached nearby the desk.

It’s just too bad that I have to experience this with my arrogant jerk of a husband. The foyer opens up into a large living room, graced with plush furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, and another extremely large sparkling chandelier. But it looks way sturdier than the one downstairs. “Enjoy your stay.” The woman is now displaying her full white set of 32s. “If you need anything, all you have to do is ring the bell by your bedside, and we’ll be happy to assist you.” She takes her leave, shutting the door behind her.

* BASEMENT* It was pitch dark inside, and the air smelt of dust, old abandoned furnitures and books, and stale foods. There were broken bottles and sharp objects laid carelessly on the floor. The small door creaked open and the sound of heels clinking on the concrete floor could be heard. "Is she alive?" The stern voice of a woman could be heard as she walked in. It was Camille.. "Yes, ma'am. We shot her right leg and got it treated as you ordered," A man replied, following behind her. When she got into the center of the room, her eyes fell on the woman chained to a chair. The woman raised her lowered head slowly and her brown dull eyes met with Camille's glinting ones.

'Hmm, I think I'll keep my lingerie on just in case William decides to wake me up for a late-night quickie. I settled into the plush comfort of my bed and switched off the small yet radiant wall lamp that had been casting a warm, soft glow throughout my Parisian-inspired bedroom. The stunning decor surrounded me and transported me to an era of unparalleled nobility and refinement, where every detail exuded a level of sophistication and artistic beauty that was truly unmatched. From the intricate patterns that adorned the wallpaper to the delicate porcelain figurines that graced my shelves, every element of my bedroom had been carefully curated to create an atmosphere that was both grand and

I stand with my body a little unstable by fatigue, and stagger through the narrow corridor between the armchairs, passing from cabin to cabin until I find the bedroom door. I don't see anything wrong until I'm already throwing myself in my bed. The sheets smell like flowers, although there are none on the quilt. My desk holds a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, next to a large, round tray of fresh Oysters. The wooden cabinet attached to the wall is decorated with three bands of colored light wires, similar to Christmas ornaments, and yet delicate and beautiful.

I’m barely healed from giving birth, and I haven’t eaten a real, hot meal in weeks. Maybe months. My body revolts against my mind, and I relax, letting Cosette guide me up the grand staircase. My worn boots leave a trail of damp on the crimson carpet runner covering what looks like pure black marble. I keep my eyes on my boots until Cosette turns us into a room on the second floor. The yellow room. It’s aptly named. Sprays of muted yellow wallpaper hug each wall. A four poster bed bigger than my apartment invites me in. “I’ll have some flowers brought up to warm the place up a bit,” Cosette says absently as she lets go of my wrist and disappears into an ensuite bathroom.