Lady In Waiting The Book の小説・ストーリー

“How could an ordinary, such as yourself let the skin that’s wrapped around you touch the skin of a royal such as myself?! Are you out of your mind?” The lady had two humongous beast-looking guards by her side. She was a young lady in her twenties who dressed like a dignified queen. Her accent is that I’ve never heard before. After bumping into her, I was the only one that fell. From the looks of it, it seemed like I was pushed before knocking her down. I was trying to reach for my diary when she picked it up. “What’s inside this book that got you so distracted that you couldn’t tell if I was standing before you,” the lady said as she picked my book and looked inside.

Elara was engrossed in her thoughts totally oblivious of what was going on around her but her train of thoughts broke when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, she looked up only to find a lady staring at her smiling softly. The Lady was of her mother's age, she had serene eyes, purplish eye colour, dark brown wavy hairs, she looked divine even with the little wrinkles on her face. Elara frowned in confusion when that lady pulled out something from her bag, A faded velvet shoulder bag rested against her side, strangely regal despite its age. It was a book, the thing that lady held in her hand was a book, not any ordinary book. It was covered with a white cloth but still any one could guess t

They were in no hurry to return to the office. “Are you still having those dreams? Elaine asked. “Every night since your party. I’ve search on all kinds of dream interpretation websites, but there’s not a single mention about what I’ve been going through.” “You could be the first. I can’t wait to hear what that book is about. Vashti didn’t have that much of a story in the original Magillah, and she certainly didn’t have a daughter. I’m ready to order.” The waiter brought their menus, and the women looked over the selection. After Anna placed her order, she noticed Elaine was staring at her.

"Of course. Do you want to sign the contract now?" "That's not necessary." Irina had never met a client this easygoing before. By the time she finished taking photos and the measurements, it was already dark. She had planned to take a rideshare home, but Luther insisted on driving her. So, she ended up getting back into that incredibly flashy car of his again. She sat in the passenger seat because the back seat was piled with several cases of wine, leaving no room for anyone. On the way back, Irina kept looking out the window. Early winter in Lakewood City had a desolate kind of beauty. Even though no one knew when it would snow, the anticipation of the first snowfall brought a sense of joy.

"The lady of the house has been waiting for assistance in the courtyard. Do not keep her waiting any longer." Relieved but cautious, Aria nodded and quickly followed the other maid, her mind racing with questions. She had narrowly escaped suspicion, but she wasn't safe yet. As they reached the sunlit courtyard, Aria's eyes immediately fell on an elderly woman seated gracefully on a plush chair surrounded by blooming flowers. The woman exuded an air of elegance and authority, her gray hair styled neatly, and her eyes sharp with wisdom that only comes with age.

“Yes, it's there amongst 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 Lucius was my only priority. “Shall I prepare you for sleep My Lady?” “No, I'll read some more and wait for Lucius.” I said, Ylva nodded and left.

‘I’m afraid you’ve caught me quite off guard. ‘The King does like to rise early,’ the woman pauses a step in front of me and dips into a curtsey. Polite as she bobs and gestures to the two younger women behind her. Girls closer to my own age. One who seems familiar, ‘allow me to introduce your Ladies in Waiting, Maggie Stanley,’ she gestures to a girl who is even shorter than I am, reaching my shoulder. Her dark hair falls in ringlets around her face. She also wears a deep burgundy colour in a similar style, which pairs beautifully with the darkness of her skin.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

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.”

"Aelia Lawson, since when did you learn to lie?" Aelia Lawson? The heiress to the Elshine Corporation? The one who ran out on her wedding? The nurse's love for gossip flared up again. That had been all over the internet at one point, and though the matter had died down, she still remembered vividly. She couldn't believe she would stumble right into the heart of the drama! Before she could listen anymore, though, someone called her away. The hospital was too busy, and nobody wanted her idling around.