Princesses's Maid Novels & Stories

the other Princess corrected helping the maid up but she seems to find it difficult to stand on her feet “All maids are nothing but a low life who has to serve all their lives and carry out tasks till they are worn out” “I think you have a bad orientation about who a maid is Princess” The Princesses all turned to the left direction to Prince Michael walking towards them, all except Claire look happy seeing him as they are sure he’s going to be on their side, everyone in Silverbell knows what the Prince hates the most ‘Treating servants as nothing but low lives’ “Did you do this?” he asked gazing at the maid and then back at her

The maid stated not looking at here squarely in the eyes and swallowed a lump down her throat when she noticed the princess had the button of her top loosen and guessed she was about stripping or maybe wearing her dress. "Uhm…" she shook her head. "I'll just go with Fagita and buffalo chicken wings." "Yes, My princess." The maid replied and made to leave when Princess Carlotta stopped her. "Uhm," she cleared her throat. "Are you busy?" "Pardon? The maid raised her eyebrows with Princess Carlotta waiting for a reply. "No, My Princess." It's rude for maids to reject superiors and so who is she to reject a princess as it does not even matter if the maid is the older one.

Did I bump my head and wake up back in the sixties or something? The banging door had awoken Dohana, who was still dazzed as she sat up on the bed. 'Whats going on?' "Young man, how dare you do this to the princess of the Kingdom?" An older woman who looked elegant and alluring walked in. She wore long-sleeved red dress with white lace embellishments around the collar and elbows, as well as a thin golden belt and matching boots. "Queen Mother," said one of the men pointing at Jake, "this is the man who defiled the princess."

Bella asks me with her puppy dog eyes. I sat beside her on the bed. Not the puppy dog eyes. "Of course I will," I say as I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Once upon a time, there was this lonely prince. He didn't know what to do so his friends sent him on a date. That was when he met the beautiful and fair princess." Bella softly slept, and I looked over to see her eyes closed. I got up from the bed carefully and bent over to kiss her on her forehead.

Without a second thought, I slipped all three letters deep into the hidden pocket of my dress, smoothing down the folds of my skirt so nothing looked out of place. ​I stood back up, adopting a serene, innocent expression as I waited beside the bench. ​A few minutes later, the guard came trotting back down the stairs, looking bewildered. "My Lady, I searched the upper gallery, but there was no chest to be moved." ​"Ah, my mistake," I said with a wave of my hand, offering him a apologetic smile. "One of the maids must have already taken care of it. Thank you for your assistance."

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

They looked so similar The princess & maids exchanged puzzled looks “We are here for your ladies Pleasure” one of them said in a silky-smooth voice and they both gave a seductive wink. The Princess raised her eyebrow while her friends blushed. “Stop it” Kat cut in we don’t have time.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.