Lady In Waiting Novel Novels & Stories

Of course, that's an ettiquete that they must follow no matter what because if they don't, they will be punished heavily To be honest, I was kind of against of that because that's too strict for them but since I can't do anything for it, I'll just let it be. This is their culture after all and I, as an outaider inside the body of princess Lalaine have no right to interfere or change that long lasting tradition of them "Your highness, we can purchase more of the parolixian scented flower if you want" My lady in waiting said. Just in case you don't know, Lady in waiting is like a personal assistant. They're my direct servants. Just like on modern days, on my past life, celebrities have their o

He feared that once it was over, he might be calling on a priest rather than a doctor. *** Lily wandered down the hall of the grand townhouse, smiling as she admired her new place of employment. Her first place of employment. Working as the lady's maid to the wife of a prominent man in society had been an unexpected turn of good fortune. Melanie Waverly was exquisitely beautiful, the sort of woman all men found desirable. Her flashing eyes and coquettish smile had earned her many admirers.

She could feel eyes following her from every corner. When they reached the receiving hall beside the main gates, three figures stood waiting. A steward in Virelle colors. Two escorts. No mother. No apology. The steward bowed too deeply to be sincere. “Lady Lydia.” She almost laughed. Yesterday she had been a burden. Today she was a lady. “You came a long way to use my new title,” she said. His smile tightened. “Your mother sends her regards.” “She may keep them.” The two escorts exchanged a glance. The steward recovered quickly and held out a sealed letter bearing the Virelle crest.

But my feet carried me there anyway, driven by something beneath thought, beneath reason, beneath the cold control I had cultivated for years. Our chambers were at the heart of the palace, the most beautiful rooms in the entire compound. Silk hangings, gold fixtures, furs from hunts I had led personally. Everything a Luna could want. Everything I had given her. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dark. No, not dark. Dim. The curtains were drawn against the afternoon sun, casting everything in shadow. And in the center of the bed, still wearing a gown I recognized as her finest, Lia sat staring at nothing.

They had turned their backs on me, with joined hands. My eyes fluttered open, I sat up quickly, and I saw a lady in a gold glistening gown, she had a tight smile on her face. She gestured to me to come close to her. She looked like she was in her late 30s, still very young with brown skin and jet black hair. Everywhere was cloudy as though we were in the sky, walking on clouds. I walked towards her, trying to see if I would fall. Oh… I forgot I’m already dead.

Seraphine’s POV When you start to figure out where pain comes from, you start looking for it everywhere. Trying to track it is almost. I didn’t write anything down. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hover or stare. I just remembered. Lady Verya was always up before the sun. She sipped her tea alone in the eastern antechamber, never sweet, never hurried. She would inspect the servants with her chin high, eyes sharp, as though she expected disappointment.

These people were too noble and rich, there was no way for her to fit there, surely there was just an error with her soulmark. She hadn't heard of anything like that happening before, but she was still very ignorant, maybe it was possible. "Where is Lady Chevalier?" Nox asked one of the maids. This household even had servants, and said servants were very nicely dressed. "The Lady is waiting for you in the West Garden, my Lord." It was unfair that some lived such a luxurious life, fortunate for being born in the soul society, while others like she and Estée had to go through so many hardships in the past, before entering Blue Castle.

"If you're not a noble, why did the beta of the kingdom and that lady with you? Only a woman in high standing would be with them.” My mouth opened and closed. “I am the one who is the lady-in-waiting. You see the other woman? She’s the one who had noble blood in her veins.” He glanced over his shoulder and said, “I don’t think so.” “Look at my clothes. They are simple. Look at the other woman. Have you seen the expensive clothes she wore?” He thought for a moment, and it looked like he finally accepted my reasoning. “Where will you go?” I asked when he turned his back.

The city lights blurred through her tears as she pulled into the Wilberforce’s vast estate, a mansion that should have felt comforting but now only mocked her with its cold silence. She still couldn't believe Lady Frances would say such a thing to her about this pressing issue. That she should wait, that he would come around. Really? After finding Orlanda, he would come around right? She couldn't believe Lady Frances. After pouring her hearts out, Lady Frances had then offered her a soothing tea, she had ordered a maid to prepare and bring. Queen had almost gave out a tired laugh. Soothing tea? Was that what she needed huh? She didn't even wait for the tea, that was when she got up, packed h

It suits me. At the landing, my handmaidens wait, faces composed, skirts rustling. They fall in behind me like paper flags. Marette is there, wiping her hands on the hem of her apron. “Lady?” she says, deferential. “What news?” I ask without turning. My voice is a whip; it calls for obedience, not comfort. Marette bows. “Hope is in the library, studying, my lady. She’s made no suspicious attempts to leave the grounds.”