Royal Servant Novels & Stories

"The head maid will give me an earful if I'm not there to help with the preparation and serving." He clicked his tongue and let go of my wrist. "Why don't you just join me?" I chuckled. "That's outrageous. I can't eat at the same table as the royal family. It's against the rules." "But you're a part of them," he said, causing me to freeze in my spot. "What do you mean by that?" He cleared his throat. "You're a part of me now. You're my servant." "Oh," I said, realizing that he couldn't have known that I was truly a part of the royal family. "At the end of the day, I'm still a servant. So, go right ahead to the dining table. The royal family must be waiting for you."

I asked as Adaure rolled her eyes without saying a word. The news of the maid selection was the topic of interest at the tap as many maidens were already bragging of being one of the Royal palace maid, I mean who couldn't dream of such a respected job since Royal servants literally act like royals and are previledged to eat, bath and enjoy conducive environment like the Royal family, some Royal servants even goes to the extent of sending Royal food remnants to their families and these foods looks far better than what the villagers feed on, their families are always the first to gain from any gift from the king.

Valery said washing her hands. The Left Guardian walked in and she smiled. This man was a loyal man. She had known him for decades and yet he never betrayed her or the palace. “Oh, hail my Saintess and Mistress!” he praised as he knelt down and crossed his arms. “You may rise,” she said and he did so. “You look more beautiful and refined mistress,” he said and she smiled. “You know how to make me smile all the time Guardian. Why are you here?” “There is an invitation that the royal family sent one month ago and since you are now awake, how should we deal with it? I never gave them a reply.”

It must be terrifying to be alone in a strange place without the ability to see, but he was perfectly calm. “May I ask who you are?” he asked. “I am a royal maid,” I wrote. There, I had told him the truth. He was probably highly ranked, given how fine his clothing had been before it was ripped up and bloodied. He smiled in my general direction. “I am a friend of Beta Jasper.” Jasper was the Beta to the missing First Prince. He was very popular among the higher servants. “I was hoping you would do a favor for me,” He continued. “Would you carry this to Beta Jasper?”

This would be the first time I would go again such a group since I ascended the throne, and I was critical. "One more thing, my lady," the servant continued, his voice still bitter. "While on my binoculars, I pictured out a familiar image, someone I couldn't mistake." He paused, taking his eyes away from me. " Who would that be?" I asked almost impatiently. My chosen lead adviser walked in at that moment, his hands behind his back as he listened intently without offering a word. "The dethroned Alpha, Rowan," the servant replied in a tone quite subtle and fitting to the moment.

I look like a mess, and I shouldn't be a mess especially when facing a royal family. The door opens, making me sit up straight. Two middle-aged servants went inside and their gazes dropped on me. I already expect disgust, annoyance, or hatred to fill their eyes as well as their snide remarks, but those didn't come. Instead, the opposite happened. They smiled at me. A genuine smile. "Finally. Our prince found his mate," the servant with blue eyes said. Her red hair is tied into a neat bun. "At last," the servant with black hair replied. They bowed before me before standing straight again, and their actions somehow made me feel weird. Because I feel like I don't deserve to be treated like this

Do you even realize how rare that is? “I’m just a servant." "Was a servant. His smile widens, cold as ice. Now you're my newest investment, and that royal blood of yours is going to earn its keep."

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

"With my nod, the first of the servants will start. He will serve the royal couple, the guest, and last the princess. I want you to observe him. He will make his movements as slowly as possible so that you can see them well and memorize them. After serving them all, he will return, but he will be the last in line so that the next one of you will go to do the same with the servant. When he finishes, he will stand last in line, and the next one will start. And you will continue until you are all done. Okay?" "Yes, ma'am," we say in one voice, nodding also okay with our heads. I am the third in a row of young men. So, fourth, if I count from the servant. My mother nods to him, and the servant s

I said to the male servant helping with his clothes, the servant looked at him for confirmation and stepped back when he nodded. I help fasten his belt, wear his robe, and comb his hair “I'm done” I grinning staring straight at his eyes. “Hmmm, move back” He ordered coldly, and i hissed “You aren't even grateful” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. “I never forced you” He replied “That is because I like serving you” I chuckled, he shaked his head and sighed “Did you have breakfast? “ “No” “Then I should… “ “Your Majesty, I brought your breakfast” I frowned when I heard Morgan’s voice.