Princess Maid Novels & Stories

Azalea smiled, remembering the faces of her pretty and jovial friends. "Did you later get in as a kitchen maid?" Maude asked Azalea softly, thinking she had come with the carriage that came to purchase the food the palace consumed. "Of course not," Azalea said as she looked at the sentiment look on Maude's pretty face, "I am serving a young prince a the palace." "Dear me! A young prince? That must not be so easy," Maude asked, thinking about the scary rumours she heard about how some nobles treated their maids very badly.

It was taking so long and her neck was hurting so much, "Oh hail the magnificent and pristine Prince Caspian and his maiden guest Princess Nadia from Gloucester." Aurora felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice bucket of water on her, Caspian the Caspian she served as the prince. How had she not known this? Why had Madam Beatrice not told her? This was not known knowledge as to whom the Prince was and it was only a few who knew. It was all her fault for not doing research as to whom he was, Aurora had of course known that he held an important position but not that high.

Leaning against the wall, I pull up my phone and smirk when I see the notifications from my bank. Someone had used my card at the Rona close to my house, and I can't help but chuckle. It seems my Princess went out to go shopping instead of ordering everything online like she said she would. Hell, I had a feeling she was going to head out when she asked if I had a truck she could borrow, I just never thought it would be to the nearest home improvement store.

Claire asked holding her face in her hands and crushing it together with her nails “If the Princess isn’t convince of your words….” The maid remembered what she was told, with a rush of hot tears in her eyes “Queen Amanda’s maid told me…” she was saying but the gush of blood that came out of her mouth almost staining Claire end her words as she gave up the ghost.

I called while finally turning to her direction. "Yes my prince" she answered with head bowed. "I want a favour from you" I said as she suddenly looked up. "Anything my prince, I'm ready to serve you my prince" "Okay, I need the full details of one of my personal maid, her name is Mma, how well do you know her?" I found myself asking, I knew my question could sound as a surprise to her but I was too eager to know more about her which was something unacceptable even in the ears of the villagers.

She complained and the maid casually dipped her fingers inside the water and it slowly became hot and much more comfortable for her. "Is this okay?" The Maid asked and Lia nodded with a smile.. Turns out having a witch as a maid isn't that bad. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt her tensed muscle relaxed immediately.. "Is there something going on that I don't know about?" Lia spoke with her eyes closed and the maids made eye contact with each other.. It wasn't in their place to say anything to the princess because they were under strict orders not to let the princess know what was going on with the prince..

For the period I have worked in the palace, each princess in the kingdom was allocated eight maids. They were charged with taking care of the respective princess. Princess TT was not an exception she had Imani and seven other maids who looked after her. Imani being her favorite of all they were best friends and confidants. They shared secrets and they safeguarded them as secrets.

the maid stutters. The Princess's glare narrows at her face like those of an enraged predictor. "No no, it's . . . Rainy . . . Rainy Adams! Forgive my bad memory. She is such a little girl," the maid stammers once more. "Mothers don't forget names of their children. You dared lie to earn my slave's mercy," the Princess accuses. That's undoubtedly true. The maid lied because a little child would earn anyone's mercy. Nevertheless I believe she has learned her lesson.

While pondering this, she heard a distant voice say, "Princess Christina, please." Emma smiled and turned to see a long corridor ahead, a group of maidens following behind, elegantly approaching. The lead woman had her hair elegantly tied up, secured with ten hairpins that resembled a cloud. Her refined and graceful appearance and exquisite and luxurious attire marked her as Princess Christina. However, Emma sighed inwardly. Princess Christina was only twenty years old and possessed an air of immaturity. A thick layer of pale gray makeup masked her naturally rosy complexion. Her complexion appeared wan, and the corners of her eyes bore the signs of weariness. But perhaps the most unsettling

Now the words Father said made sense. "Princess, if there is nothing else, let me introduce you to your maids." Three maids that I had not noticed initially stepped forward and curtsied toward me. I nodded at them in return before glancing back at Cassius. "Introduce yourselves," he instructed them, and one after the other, they stepped forward and did so. The first maid: "Your Highness, my name is Elara." Second maid: "And I am Seraphina." The third maid said, "I am Sigrid."