Princess Diaries Butler Novels & Stories

Might as well, she tried to be friendlier to him this time. “Anyway, you can drop the ‘Miss’ thing, Butler Henry.” She tried to act friendlier this time. But the good and loyal butler just shook his head – making her forehead creased. “I’m sorry, but I am already used to it. Anyway, if you have more questions, don’t hesitate to tell me.” He said it monotonously. After Butler Henry left her in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel awe. It was certainly huge, and everything that she needed was all present and complete. It was organized and clean.

Bella followed him. "I don't know when, but he asked me to tell you to wait at the breakfast table," the Butler told her and his answer scurried out because he found a vase was placed in the wrong way. "Perfect," the butler whispered as he settled the vase in the right direction, forgetting someone's existence. "Do I need to go down now?" Bella asked as the butler was giving her half-finished information. Her voice jolted the Butler and made him turn. "Pardon me, miss. You can relax and come down with ease. I'll let you know if the master comes soon," Butler said with a bow. He was trying to look professional, but somehow his words and actions displayed his inexperience, which was normal for

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

“I’m not anyone special. I’m a servant.” “That’s the King’s order,” the maid said, bowed, and left. Still standing there, gaping, I didn’t notice a man step inside, followed by an older female servant. “Uhm…” The man cleared his throat, snapping me out of my haze. “I’m Edmund, the royal butler. I oversee the daily running of the palace. If you need anything at all during your stay here, don’t hesitate to inform me.” He then gestured toward the older woman beside him. “This is the royal designer. She’ll be responsible for your wardrobe.”

said the butler with a polite tone . " You must have worked hard for this . Thank you very much ! " said Kerana . " Oh , please miss ! It is our duty . You are so polite and nice . I hope that you can be the one chosen for our master . " said the butler with a smile . " I hope so too ! " said Kerana with a smile . The door to the main lobby inside the ritual room opened . King Charles and prince Eskylrious walked in front of them . The three girls looked at prince Eskylrious and immediately blushed .

The girl – for she was little more than that, about Miriam’s age – held up her elbow for his inspection. Ketil growled, forgetting how sensitive she was. “I am not angry with you,” he hastened to assure her. “Come, sit with me. I do not bite.” She moved stiffly towards him, reaching out a tentative hand for the basket. “Leave it,” he said. Ruth let out a sobbing breath. “What is to become of us?” Another selfless female. The Princess Royal would have thought only of herself. Once she would. Now, he was not so sure. Yet didn’t her reverting to type only suggest as much?

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“That was to test your judgment. You have fine judgment, my prince.” The lessons continue until high noon. The three then take their lunch. They all ask for their leave, going their separate ways. Gabriel and the prince heads to the Royal Dining Hall, where the servants and maids arrange the dishes and meals for lunch. As the prince enters the Royal Dining Hall, he sees the second prince and the first princess talking across the table. The king and the queen are still absent. The maids, butlers, and servants are busy preparing the table. “Lord Brother,” the 15-year-old blonde-haired first princess says to him. “I hear you picked up a stray cat as your new butler.”

My father has always been spoiling and supporting me so I could not believe that he brings closer the people who hurt me in the past. "Young Miss, we don't know what's happening for now. Don't worry, I'll investigate things and try to get to the bottom of this." Butler Warren tried to coaxed so I did not make it hard for him. I stared at the butterfly barrette on my vanity table. I started to analyze things as Butler Warren grab my barrette and put it in my hair. "I'll just grab you some food, Young Miss." He said and left me there while thinking. Could it be that it was all a lie? There's no prince at all! Could it be that these is one the test that every princess in the royal family needs

the butler called out. Alexander turned as he glared at him, with his cold eyes pierced through the Butler's soul as If he understood what he wanted to say. The butler bowed his head in respect as he withdrew to his position. It happened so fast that Irene didn't even notice, she was busy magnifying the house and was simply awed by the wealth displayed in every item in the house.