Royal Maid Novels & Stories

“See you soon, Your Majesty “She sneered and left with the others. “Cathe…. “ “I will be fine”I interrupted Her Highness assuring her. “Maybe it is not bad at least I will be the Queen ''I muttered trying to convince myself. Preparation for the wedding and Coronation is going on. Prince Edward separated me and Reena. He also assigned new maids to me, I know their job is to keep an eye on me. It's not like I care though, I gave up a long time ago. “Milady it time for your fitting ''The Royal seamstress came back for the fourth time this week.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

"Sit down. Tell me." Lillith sat in the chair across from him. Curled her legs up. Wrapped both hands around her tea. "I met one of the new maids this morning," she said. "In the garden." Harold waited. "Young. Twenty, maybe. Brown skin, natural hair, the kind of eyes that don't miss anything." She looked at her tea. "She was sitting alone before her shift started. Just....sitting. Looking at the roses like she was trying to remember how to breathe."

The wild curls of my red hair were braided into a ponytail by one of the quiet maids who never replied to anything I said and I was out of my quarters before I knew it. “Just this way, Miss.” The girl breathed, pointing me at an open courtyard where all the surrogates sat in an awkward circle with the head maid standing over them, pausing mid-sentence when I walked in. Great. I was late again. The tense silence only made me squirm even more as I perched on the stone chairs, waiting patiently for the head maid who cleared her throat before continuing on. “Rule number four, Blackwood Castle! Every royal surrogate maiden must not attempt to meet with the Alpha or royal without the council’s per

Dangerous. I turned to the maid who had been hovering quietly by the wall. “Can you find out what’s happening?” I asked softly. She hesitated only a second before nodding. “I’ll be back,” she said as she slipped out. The seconds stretched.. When the maid returned, her face was pale. “My lady,” she said quietly, closing the door behind her. “There are royals here. From the Valenti–Blood Moon pack.” The words hit me like a blow.

I asked to clear up my confusion. The maid trembled as she shook her head fervently. “Luna, you can’t cook here. You aren’t even supposed to be seen here.” She said, fiddling with her fingers. “And why?” Who gave such a stupid rule? “It’s because you’re royalty. You can’t be doing this, Luna. We should be the ones at your service.” The maid hurriedly explained. With the expression on her face and her reaction, it was clear as day that Adeline was the typical royalty queen who would never want to raise a finger to do anything.

It has always been this way, and she had no right to complain about it. But then her brain recalled something, and a sinking feeling immediately settled in the pit of her stomach. “Wait! Did you just say he was hosting a luncheon party to welcome the newest royal delegate?” The maid shifted awkwardly, understanding the weight of the question. She felt sympathy for Catherine. Edna Finlay, the maid, was a lady in her early 40s. She had been working as a maid at the royal palace since was only 12. She wasn't born yesterday and had seen firsthand how royal and noble life played out for the women involved.

maids even find their mates on that very day and are allowed to leave with their mates to wherever with a few things as an appreciation of their work as maids in the palace. Which means, maids in the palace don't die as maids. They get to leave when they find their mates and before you know it, they are already being replaced by new set of maids starting from the youngest wolf ages. It is why most maids look forward to rituals like that because they mean one thing; Freedom. The maids standing in front of me weren't familiar but I could tell that most of them were older than I was. I was conflicted, not knowing where and how to start with them. "Good morning...huh..." I was nervous as hell a

we all murmured at the same time. “The next class are called the Noble Maids and they serve the aristocratic family and key politicians. Above them, are dedicated ladies in waiting to the Honorable Maidens. This class of maids are called Sacred Maids and they work in the Sacred Chambers where the Honorable Maidens live. Lastly, the top tier maids in this entire palace are those that directly serve the king and the three princes, they are called the Royal maids,” Madame Cassandra finally finished explaining.

He whispered but no choice but to take a seat and eat. "Your name is Ronald?" I asked. "Yes your majesty, I've been your chaperon since you're born. I was assigned by Her Majesty, The Queen Mother." He replied. "And how long have you been serving in the Royal Family?" I again asked. "I've been working at the Royal Family for more than 35 years your majesty." My secretary answered. I know he was shocked with the way I treated him for the first time. After we eat, I asked him to order the servants to go back to their post.