Princess Maid Novels & Stories

Arin never informed her Audree was close to this Lady so why was she acting as if they were close. "What do you want?" She asked as she sat up. "Well, i just wanted to ask about the Princes. As you now work as a maidservant in the grand castle, you must have seen the Fourth prince." She answered coyly. May twisted her face as she watched her acting all coy so she came to ask about the Fourth prince, like she even knew how the Fourth prince looked like. The only princes she had seen so far were the Third prince and the Seventh prince, those were the two princes she had seen and this lady was asking about the Fourth prince, she came to the wrong person.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

Yanking on the maid's leg, the human tumbles down the stairs, banging her head on each step as she goes. Eliana does not relish inflicting pain, but as she looks at Selma, all she can see is her mother and a faceless woman who would have been her grandmother. Their lives were snuffed out too early. She was not given more time. The Princess descends the steps once more, until she meets the maid at the bottom. She is curled up in a ball, sobbing. Her temples are bleeding from her injuries. She stands over Selma for a moment, watching the woman suffer. There is a guilt tightening in her chest. She is a Princess, she should not be acting this way.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

“The Wolf King? Requesting her? She’s a snook. What would he want with someone like Lyra?” The maid shot her a sharp glare, and the girl recoiled slightly under her stern gaze. “Perhaps because she’s better than you,” the maid snapped, not missing a beat. The girl stood up in anger. “Do you even know who I am? I'm a princess!” The maid didn't flinch, crossing her arms. “Yes, you’re a princess. But here, you’re just like everyone else. You're here playing this silly Luna game like all the others. If you were so important, you wouldn't be in this competition, now would you?”

"I'm sorry, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. I'm the one who should be working, not you." "It's okay, I'm happy to help mom. That way I can ease your burden at least for my school fees later." Emily was touched to hear it, she was proud to have a daughter like Sophia. "Emily, your daughter is really lucky. She's only been working for two days, and she's already been appointed as a personal maid. I think Mr. Oliver likes her." Elina whispered to Emily. As for Sophia, the girl was now busy playing with the clown fish in Elina's small aquarium. Apparently Elina had a small pet in her room that she had just bought yesterday and Sophia called the fish Nemo.

She couldn’t believe that in the Zhu kingdom, there is actually someone who is more beautiful than she is. She couldn’t believe that by taking Crown Prince to see the little beauty, it would be his personal maid. For she was sure he recognized immediately that it was his person. He dared to leave her for a maid. She is a princess, who is beautiful and stunning, and has been left to dust by a palace maid.

The sight of an older woman clad in red robes came into view. "Oh, my heavens, you are just as lovely as her." My lips curled in a shy smile as the woman advanced forward, "Who are you, please?" "Forgive my manners." She laughed softly. "I am Maura. I oversee the female slaves." "I am—" "Princess Fiona." Her brown eyes lit up as she pronounced my name. "Not a princess anymore." "Oh, nonsense, dear," she shook her head. "It is here," she stamped her palm over her heart, "Not in your clothes or finery."

Thomas’s POV I pressed the phone to my ear, blood from the maid still tacky between my fingers. “Your Majesty.” Adrian’s voice came through sharp, like he was already halfway to ripping someone’s throat out. “Thomas. What the hell is going on over there?” I didn’t sugarcoat it. And I didn’t pause long enough for him to cut in. “Your Majesty, the princess’s personal maid, collapsed in your wing. We walked in and found her surrounded by what looked like some kind of ritual setup. Morgana was inside her…she’s the source of that rotten smell we’ve been tracking.”