Lady Cultivator Novels & Stories

“Liam, come back!” Unsure what to do, she ran across the field in the direction the two women had gone. She had almost caught up with them when she stopped short. The view before her was so amazingly spectacular that she forgot all else while she admired acres and acres of garden. Along the far edge of it she could see an orchard hosting a variety of fruit trees. With science at his disposal, she was aware of no agriculture farmer able to produce a harvest as healthy and abundant as what lay before her. It was impressively breathtaking. Tara stood watching as the women carefully picked their way through the carefully tended garden toward a quaint looking cottage on the farthest end. I

she probed. Their gardener stood by her side, because the lady particularly demanded his presence. "Ranunculus, mademoiselle. It's a symbol of admiration for your beauty." He replied. "Aww, really?" she said, unable to react elated. She peeked at the sender. Roux Gilmour "Why would I be flattered? These delicately arranged flowers are handpicked by those bastards' parents, not them." She criticized inwardly

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"

I replied with a smile. Catherine was indeed beautiful. She had very long thick lashes and cute big eyes that fit perfectly on her round face. Fat cheeks and full attractive cheeks with well-accentuated curves and a beautiful heart as well. All the things I didn't have but wish I did. "Tonight is the night when you my girl takes back fully what truly belongs to you," Catherine said with a wink while proceeding to adjust her earring in the mirror. I smiled and picked up my purse from the table.

We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed. "Does Damien like paintings? " I inquired, coming to a halt in front of a massive painting depicting a dramatic scene of an angel smiling under the tree. I couldn't take my gaze away from it because it seemed so magical. “Oh. Mr. Etienne drew that himself," Luca replied, filling me with awe. It's quite surprising to learn that he can draw so well. "This way, milady," Luca said, turning to the left side of the corridor as I followed him from behind. "By the way... I know this seems strange, but I've always wondered why you guys call me 'Milady.' Is there a reason for that? " I inquired, keeping up with Luca

McKinnon to ever storm into this house again as if he owns it. Mrs. Lachlan nodded thoughtfully, her determination unwavering. "I will handle my brother," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Turning to the woman assisting us, she instructed, "Please, show us your most beautiful collection of wedding dresses." The woman hesitated for a moment, but under Mrs. Lachlan's authoritative gaze, she nodded and began to lead us to the stunning array of dresses. With a slight pause, the woman assisting us gently asked, 'What are your preferences?' Her inquiry prompted Mrs. Lachlan to turn her expectant gaze towards me.

Upon a closer look, the lady with the low ponytail couldn’t help but gasp and become silent right away… That was because it really looked like Xyla didn’t have any makeup on… Indeed, she didn’t. After checking out the mystical crane for a while, Xyla and Ron started walking toward a cabbage sculpture far away. After watching Xyla leave, the lady with long hair immediately rolled her eyes at the lady with the low ponytail. “Are you embarrassed now? She really doesn’t have makeup on…” The lady with the low ponytail coughed awkwardly. “I didn’t think… She really doesn’t have makeup on. Even so, she still looks very pretty. Isn’t that a little unfair?”

Regardless, Gerald quickly relit the bonfire before starting to roast the meat over the fire… Soon enough, a sweet scent began waffling around, causing Rey’s mouth to water as he stared at the roasting meat while saying, “This is going to be my first time tasting wild boar!” Disregarding Rey’s comment, Gerald paused for a moment before asking in an inquisitive tone, “…Tell me, Rey, do you know what a cultivator is…?” “…A cultivator…? Is it an item of sorts…?” asked Rey curiously.

‘Mae’ sometimes she was nicknamed, had always been called a matchmaker of the other maidservants. “Aren’t you reading too many romantic books, Mae? You’re playing matchmaking again,” Lianne replied in a trembling voice. She was gathering cherries in a shrub together with the other maids in the east wing garden when this conversation happened. Lady Faye wanted to make sure that aside from the daily harvests of the farmers of Regaleria, she wanted to have the servants own produce just easy of reach. Lord Cain was on a business trip at Lorday City for two months, so Lianne kept herself busy on the kitchen chores. Lord Jared had made it clear to her that her horse-riding should be strictly lesse

A pair of plain white gloves was also worn to completes her look. As for her fierce auburn hair, it was just twisted into a clean bun, leaving few strands on the both side of her temples to emphasized her slightly pointed chin. Light makeup was applied on her face to highlight her naturally beautiful face. *** Meanwhile, Lady Margaret was attending into the new temporary handmaid of Francesca. She had asked few close friends in the flea market yesterday about some recommendations about the job hiring she was offering; and most of them had suggested the same name. “I believe I have called the right person. And just to make sure, let me asked this. Your name is Catherine Gunner, right?” the ol