Princesses's Maid Novels & Stories

The maid bowed, and was about leaving. “Lucy, lie with me” the princess voice called her back. The girl shuddered, she walked ever so closely to the bed. She laid straight. “Should I take off your clothes for you? Or you’d do it yourself?! ” Princess Lena barked. The maid jumped from the bed and broke to tears. She fondled with her dress’s, pleading for the princess to spare her. Princess Lena turned to her, matched the girl’s crying face with a mocking expression, “Do you know how many men who wanna be you now?”.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

Whoever sent it had used the staff as their shield—or perhaps the writer was one of them. The corridors leading to the back halls smelled faintly of smoke and starch, the lingering traces of laundry, cooking, and scrubbed floors. She had walked these passages as a child, trailing after her nursemaids, but now she felt like an intruder. Servants were not used to seeing their princess wandering these halls alone at night. She caught sight of two young maids whispering near the laundry doors. When they saw her, they dropped into quick bows, faces paling. “Princess,” one stammered.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

"So what you're trying to tell me is that there are no maids in this palace" "No....!!!....no....no....your high..ness." Helen stammered, already shaking. Why was he twisting the whole thing? "It's just that we don't have enough maids in the castle anymore, it's just the slave that are..." She was cut short when the prince yelled with a loud voice "and are this slaves handicapped!" He asked, his eyes raging in fury. "No... no..your highness...not all all..." Helen answered very quickly.

I gave the other men the same instructions as my own, no unnecessary blood spilt especially no civilians. An hour later I exit the room where the glam team had finished getting me ready, Maddox eyes roamed my body as though he wanted to rip my black floor length ball gown right off me. Turning to the full length mirror in the hall of the safe house I check my appearance. The dress is a rough satin with a slit almost up to my hip bone on the left leg with a plunging neckline and off the shoulder straps. I wore nude heels and my ruby jewellery and tiara, playing the part of Royal Princess. My jewellery was a gift from my parents for my fiftieth birthday.

Papa called out, his voice echoing through the hall. I approached, my heart doing a nervous flutter. Caius turned, his kind eyes lighting up as he saw me. He was even more handsome in person, his presence exuding a quiet confidence. “Princess Isla,” he said, his voice a warm melody, bowing with graceful formality. “It is a pleasure to finally have this opportunity.” “Prince Caius,” I replied, managing a polite curtsy, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. For a fleeting moment, his genuine interest in me offered a sliver of hope, a possibility of a life beyond the encroaching shadows.

The Tosca green dress with a sprinkling of sparkling gems adds to the appearance of a more vibrant look. The second car, Mr. Kusuma and Amelia. Amelia is transformed into a beautiful princess. Wearing the boots asked me yesterday, her hair is curly with a crown encrusted with diamonds. A white stacked dress with transparent green accents, the cut is simple but elegant, making her look like Princes of the Jungle.

This belongs to a— “Princess,” Marigold’s voice whispers softly in my mind. “You’re the Princess of the Scarlet Pack, remember?” “Yeah,” I whisper back. “I remember.” I step out of bed and walk into the hallway as though in a daze, still in my pajamas. I’m barely two steps down the hall before a tall-slender girl rushes toward me, dressed in a maid’s uniform. “Princess!” she says excitedly, sweeping into a low curtsy. I find myself blushing at the unexpected formality. “My name is Jane,” she says warmly. “I’ve been sent to be your maid. Do you need any help with your morning routine?”