Princesses Maid Novels & Stories

"Do you want to marry me?" He kissed the tips of her fingers one by one. While bending forward, his hair fell in front of his murky brown eyes, hiding the contempt inside. It was too easy to deceive a woman in love. Princess Rina, the third of the thirty-seven princesses of the Dragsa-kingdom - in the number of princesses, Dragsa and the Icelands were vastly different - broke out in tears of joy. The happiness transformed her unassuming appearance with too big of a mouth and slightly protruding ears into a more pretty picture. It couldn't exactly be called beautiful, but at the very least it had some charm.

The click-click of her heels coming to a halt. A bank of window overlooked the low rise bridge below, upon a steady stream of tributary. Warm color sofas and chairs laid out at precise angles to maximize the sleek lines of architectural briliance. This wasn't her father's doing. He prefered bland, tasteless, ping-ponging over deathless and barely alive. She heard voices from inside the offic. Low, measured. Was Noah here? She smiled a little. Many thought, her chamber maid too-who was really a cool teenager being given a title because she was born in a family that served hers. Anyway, they assumed she had a crush on Noah. Who wouldn't? And she did, once. But that was a long time ago.

She lost her crown, her name, and her face—only to discover the truth behind the throne. Ariana Ophelia possessed everything a woman could desire: a crown, a kingdom, total power, and a prince who swore his devotion. Determined to prove herself stronger than her late father, she ruled Roseberst with an iron fist, trading compassion for absolute authority. Until she goes to sleep a ruthless queen—and wakes up a powerless servant. Trapped in the battered body of Elena, a maid she humiliated hours before, Ariana wakes into a twisted reality: her dead father is alive, the palace is subtly changed, and another woman sits on her throne—wearing Ariana’s exact face. When Ariana tries to re

Even quiet, serious Ethan. "We can take a break," I said. "Sit somewhere quiet. Get some food." "The children—" "The children have been running nonstop for ninety minutes. They could use a break too." I stood up. "Come on. There's a princess meet-and-greet area. Madison's been looking at the signs all morning." The princess pavilion was exactly what it sounds like. A row of small, elaborately decorated stages, each one housing a different princess from different stories. Snow White in her blue and yellow. Cinderella in her ball gown. Belle with her golden dress and her book.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

The Maid sighs with relief, tightening her hold on the Princess and quickening her steps. "Just a little further and we will be free." She whispers, the Princess nodding her little head. The Maid’s arms are growing sore from carrying the Princess since she found the little girl huddled in fear, but she has a sworn duty to protect the little blonde girl and as she pushes the door open and the fresh air greets her, she feels a new found strength inside her. With the Princess so close to being safe, the Maid knows that the future of her country will be bright.

"I have a big family and they-" The Princess mercilessly swings her sword once more. The maid moves her hands to protect her head, but all falls to the floor, parts of her cut hands and the head.

she said before flashing me a wide and bright smile. No, not at all. Not knowing how to respond to that, I just plastered a fake smile that I hoped looked convincing onto my lips. The madame seemed satisfied with my reaction while I felt like I was dying slowly on the inside. “There are other minor rules that apply to all honorable maidens. First, you can only mate with one prince at a time. If a prince has chosen to spend the night with you, you cannot spend the night with another prince for two months unless we have verified that you are not pregnant. In the case that more than one prince has submitted a request for you, you will have the final say in whom you choose to spend your time wit

ODESSA’S POV No…that can't be. What….what is happening? “Princess, is everything okay?” The guard asked, walking up to me. “That maid, the one that went into the Prince’s bedroom. Who is she?” I asked. “Oh, that's Eira. She's the Prince’s personal maid.” He said with a bow. I turned around fast to look at him. “Per…personal maid?” He nodded and I looked at the closed door again.

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.