Lady In Waiting The Book の小説・ストーリー

His body and mind froze. He watched the retreating back of a madwoman. Her black hair swing with the movement of her body. She was half running and walking, storming towards the castle. Chris Duvier smiled while watching her. He licked and tasted the cake that her wife made. It’s not bad, not bad at all. Smith witnessed the whole drama. He had a bad feeling that it’s going to be a tough climb. He must secure the book that the Lady had instructed. It will help a lot with their dilemma.

She has blond hair and green eyes. « I’ll be away for a while. I hope that you enjoy your time here. » « Yes, your highness, » they all said at the same time. I don’t believe that this place has all sorts of books, even the forbidden one. The most important ones are the ones with mature content, you can’t find them anywhere but in hidden places like this. Now that my ladies-in-waiting are busy on the other side of the library, I have the current time only for me. I’ll read as much as I want. I begin to dance, passing through each range of books. My goal has been done. It was satisfying to read all those books. I pass next to a window, and I notice that the weather is agreeable today. I want

She had been watching the woman's every movement closely since the day before, when Rieta had begged to be taken on as a lady-in-waiting. Her steps were hesitant, but it didn't take long for Rieta to find her bearings. She stopped at the third shelf—where the wedding records of the Northern brides were kept—and pulled out a book bound in faded yellow-green, one that looked out of place among the rest. Carefully, she opened it to the page marked by a bookmark. The room fell silent at once. "I-is this ...." Roselyn's hands flew to cover her mouth. She could already guess what lay before her, but her tongue refused to move.

Sebastian let go of me immediately and rushed inside without a second glance. There was Lena, sword pressed against my maid's throat. "No one in the army dares defy me. And you, a servant girl, think you can bar my way?" The maid stood her ground, voice trembling. "My lady has never allowed strangers inside her bedchamber." Lena pressed closer. Blood beaded along the blade where it touched the maid's neck. Her voice came out choked. "The west guest room was prepared especially for you to rest during your pregnancy…"

Isla who was making the bed suggested jokingly. "There is a book with such title?" I asked. She laughed. "Yes. It's there among the books that I brought." I looked amongst the books on the table. There lay a red book with the title 'The art of seduction' in golden letters. I looked at it for a while but then decided to go back to the art of war. Right now helping Lucian was my priority. "Shall I prepare you for sleep My Lady?" "No, I'll read some more and wait for Lucian." I said. Isla nodded and left.

Elle wiped the wax away with a hand as steady as stone. Rounding the bend, Elaine stopped in her tracks. In the center of the room was a woman with eyes the color of ash. She glanced their way for a moment, but then resumed to her book. The volume she was reading was massive, maybe as large as Elaine. It was leather-bound and intricately sewn. The book rested atop a cherry wood table that towered in the old library. The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages.

When I looked back, the woman was walking in my direction. It’s a cemetery anyone could come to see their loved one. I thought, doing my best not to stare. But she kept coming, her hair pinned on a sleek pony tail, her brown eyes stayed fixed on me in a way that showed she was here for me. By the time she stopped in front of me, my pulse had picked up speed. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “I… sorry, what?” I said. “Give me the book.” She continued casually like it was hers.

The letters left unattended, the unspoken words between us, the closure that we both need, it hangs over my head as I will myself to take another step toward the table. I feel the tangible weight of Rune's gaze on me, and I shift my gaze to his. He watches me carefully, waiting. For me to decide if I want to face this now or run from it again. His eyes are soft and understanding, and I know that whichever option it is that I choose, he will not judge me for it. "Come sit with us, child," a different voice says, and my gaze follows it to a silver haired woman I would recognize anywhere. The 'lady-in-waiting' from my wedding day.

She remembered her refusal to sign the marriage agreement between her and Vincent, almost drowning, then meeting Landon’s brothers. Anything beyond that is blank. “What happened?” She questioned again. The woman looked at her with her mouth gaped open, words frozen in her throat. Brooklyn gave her what she hoped was an encouraging look. She wanted answers. “Umm, let me get them,” she mumbled softly instead. The woman stood, set her book on the stand next to Brooklyn’s bed, and softly padded out the door. That was strange. A few seconds barely passed before a stampede came barging through her room.

Suddenly, all the questions she'd wanted to ask felt empty and pointless. Asking them now would only leave her feeling more humiliated. Soaked from the rain, Maude made her way home. Just as she stepped inside, a message from the HR officer lit up her phone. "Your flight is confirmed. Please proceed with the necessary preparations." Her departure date was two weeks away. It was on the day that should have been both her anniversary with Orson and their wedding day. Maude's eyes drifted to the calendar on the table. At the top was a note she'd written long ago.