Ladys Maid Mga Nobela at Kwento

I squeaked actual squeak and slapped both hands over my ears again. Elara’s POV The door opened again softer this time and the two maids returned. The older one silver haired, with kind but cautious eyes carried a tray of steaming herbal tea. The younger dark haired, barely out of her teens held folded towels and a small vial of glowing salve.They bowed deep, graceful.“May we assist you, my lady?” the older maid asked voice gentle, almost motherly. “The King wishes you to be comfortable.”I stared at them throat tight, cheeks still burning.“I… I’m fine,” I managed. “I can manage.”The younger maid stepped forward hesitant.“We were told to treat you as our Luna Queen,” she said softly. “We… we’

"Can I help you?" The girl stepped forward, bowing her head again. "My name is Nella, my lady. I'm your new personal maid." I frowned, my brow furrowing in confusion. "My new maid? Why do I need a new maid? What happened to Lila?" Nella looked up, her expression turning slightly nervous as she lowered her voice. "Because Lila fell sick, my lady. And she’s been fired."

The mention of Elizabeth being a maid surprises Lara, and she takes a small sip of her drink, watching the wine swirl in her glass. She directs her attention back to Tristan, her tone filled with intrigue as she speaks, "Huh, and here I was wondering if she is a model or something... I would never expect Dominic to be this low... escorting a maid?" Tristan turns to look at her, his gaze sharp, before he slowly realizes that Lara might have a point. The realization hits Tristan that he has become engaged to a maid, a reality he had never envisioned for himself. The weight of the situation settles upon him, and he finds himself grateful that no one else knows about their engagement.

"I am not leaving, you said you trust me, so please hire me, I can disguise as a middle aged woman" "That's absurd! How can you look like a middle aged woman, when you are only what .... Eighteen?" "I am already twenty two. I just graduated with a degree in history and I don't have a job yet so I am Free to do whatever I want to do" Her expressions turned monstrous "This is not a history research, but a housekeeping job, you are not here to teach the Victoria eras, war and heroes or titanic. You mop the floor, scrub the toilet, clean the whole house and do the laundry."

She merely gives Macy a stare for a short while. She yells over the commotion, "Oi, Greta!" The Head Maid comes to attention in a flash. "I thought I asked you for a new maid. Why do I still have the crip?" Greta the Head Maid bows. "Apologies, my Lady. We are trying our best to find a replacement for you." Macy quavers her lip, but Gertrude merely scoffs. There are other girls looking at Macy now, and it appears that she might just say, "Well, try harder, damn it!"

Warriors and servants alike moved through the halls, each casting her cautious glances. A young woman stood at the entrance to what appeared to be her quarters. She had delicate features, warm brown skin, and striking green eyes. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat braid, and she wore a simple maid’s uniform. "My Luna," the girl said, bowing her head slightly. "I am Nisa. I have been assigned as your personal maid." Lina’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t need a maid." Nisa kept her head bowed. "It is tradition, my Luna."

she says. That’s one man I want to talk to again. “The minister for external affairs. And the poisoned maid? She was under Lord Cedric’s service, was she not?” “Yes, she was a handmaid to Lady Cedric. It’s awful what happened to her. You should’ve seen her, Princess. Her face had turned completely purple and blood had gushed out of her nostrils,” she explains, painting a vivid picture in my mind. I turn around and hold her arm, making my sound very suspicious as I ask, “How do you happen to know everything that occurs in the palace?”

Ray had made it clear that the parents had warned them to stay clear of my path. I didn't want to lose my only job, I couldn't afford to. A few hours later, I had already changed Bryson's beddings, made Ray's bed and now I was unpacking. The room was pretty good for a housemaid like me. It had a canopy bed, dresser, Tv cabinet and a walk in wardrobe. I only had a few clothes, the closet was so big for my few old tees and sweats. I didn't own any jewellery, not even a single pair of earrings. Mmmh I'll just leave my clothes in the suitcase like before, and just take out my toothbrush.

I walked out of my room, closing the door behind me but I didn't get far before I was stopped by another maid. "Thank the Kings, there you are Mariah. I've been looking all over for you." the maid said, I think I recognised her to be Martha, the second in command. "Lyla has been asking for you all morning, begging for your company". Mariah nodded her head nod, not able to keep up with the busy woman. Eventually they came to Lyla's room door. Martha didn't even have to knock on the door before the young girl pulled it open. She smiled widely as she saw Mariah's face and ran up to her wrapping her arms around the younger maids knees.

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.