Novel & Cerita Royal Maid

[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

But when she learned I was more or less fine, she was excited to ride the chair around. Looking around, I noticed that only the quiet maid was there to attend us now. The stranger maid was nowhere to be seen. “Did something happen to the other maid?” I asked. “She won’t be returning by royal orders,” the maid said. “I hope that I will be enough to serve you from now on.” “Of course you are enough,” I said quickly. My mind reeled. “’Royal orders…?’” She leaned forward. “Prince Nicholas gave the order himself.”

the young maid answered and everyone became quiet "I hope they get killed by whatever is coming for them" The maids became quiet, it was River talking, nobody dared to make a sound. Rumours had it that River has been the longest-serving maid of the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack and is the prettiest among the maids. She had an aura of dominance wherever she found herself. Only Lana could contend with her confidence. She was the only one granted access by the king to be fed, as such, the maids thought she was the closest to the king. But even with that, the king never made advancement towards her, but the maids were only newbies. Who could dare contend with River? It was impossible. They had chur

"It's the same as Queen Vivienne wore on her mating." "Sure," I said absently. Then the first maid—her name was Leyna, if I recall—spoke up with a mocking laugh, "You know, it's nice to be Royal. Commoners don't get the privilege of picking a mate and not having to pay for it." I halted. "What do you mean?"

The chief of maids said firmly. "Anyways, it's almost six o'clock in the morning, which means the death lord breakfast should be set in the dinning table. There will be some changes, Ella Fitzgerald, you are now among the royal mansion royal maids," The chief of maids said. The three maids who were gossiping earlier turned to look at Ella with utmost annoyance. The royal mansion royal maids are those maids who are solely in charge of the death lord clothes, food, cleaning of his office and everything related to the Death lord except entering his room.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then raised his gaze from the half-eaten meal in front of him. A maid who was standing beside him, ready to render any service, nodded her head curtly and then took off on the errand. Moments later the maid scurried in breathlessly, just when Ragaleon was halfway from the door to the dining room, already taking his leave, a knight trailing from behind. "Queen Micah is nowhere to be found." Her gaze was fixed on the floor as she spoke to Ragaleon; her words were absurd. He halted, then turned to look at the maid.

Well… We haven't reached the protagonist yet! But here we will clarify any of your doubts and tell the story of the best and bravest warrior in the kingdom of Castella! Her wavy brown hair, dark eyes, and straight nose told everyone that she was of commoner origin. Because she started working at an early age, at the age of 20 she was the king's most trusted royal maid and servant. Moli was the nickname of Melinda the maid who served Arthur IV, the little prince of Castella.

“Guards! Cut her hand!” Rieka strolled towards the maid, glaring at her. “A small price for your insolence.” The maid’s eyes widened. “No, please, no! I’m sorry, Lady Una.” This time, a true horror crossed the maid’s face. Because everyone knew the royal cadre’s reputation of being loyal yet ruthless. She knelt and bowed down. The guards came and tried to drag the maid. But Una raised her hand to stop them. “No need to resort on that,” Una said calmly as she wiped the tea from her dress.

"It is Alpha King Matthew's command, Address MY WOMAN, your queen, the Chosen Maiden, either My Queen or Our Chosen Maiden!" We chuckled at her funny stance. Zenia and Zenith couldn't help but tapped the designer's shoulder. "Riona, this is Mave, our friend. She's just 16 but very talented!" Zenia introduced her to me. I couldn't believe it. A 16-year-old girl was the royals' dressmaker. "Hi! Such skills you have, Mave!" I shook my hand with her and she just shrugged her shoulders off.

They were as protective about the palace’s location as a mother is over her new born baby. I suddenly felt very privileged to be seeing the palace with my own eyes. I tilted my head to the side, trying to absorb the sheer magnificence of this elusive place. Just then, I saw a middle-aged maid rushing towards me. She was frumpy, with red, rosy cheeks and a perfectly pressed maid uniform. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her face lit up when she saw me. “Luna,” she said, bowing respectively. “I am Maid Celeste, the head maid of the Royal Lycan family. It is my honor to welcome you.”