Romans & histoires Rules Of A Lady

“What, No, you're kidding, why do you like doing this to me? Always without a heads up. I know I’m always free but then I need to mentally prepare myself for all these boring events beforehand. What is the invitation for?” “The invitation arrived late yesterday. The invitation is for the lady society.” “What’s that? Is it something like the real housewives is it? It sounds like a cult.” She lets out a light giggle shaking her head at me. “Well, what is it?” “The lady society is a gathering of most women in the top class, think of it like the female version of a male golf membership, only the elites and the wives of the elites have access to it, I don’t know how many times they meet but I kno

"A-AHM, THIS WAY Lady Victoria." Poor Tessa was very nervous around her so Tori stopped prodding and she just listened as the commoner guide talked about the rules in the dormitory and the school. "Noble students have a distinct set of rules with the common folks like me. The first rule, the ladies can't sleep together with the lords to uphold the honor and dignity of their noble houses. The second rule, the ladies can have their tea party inside the dormitory since there is an available greenhouse donated by the Duchess of Castaña Duchy. The third rule, classes will start at ten in the morning and will end at three in the afternoon. Fourth rule, the noble's curfew will be at exactly midnigh

“You will live in the palace and take care of my daughter.” “The Lycan realm is vast," she argued quietly. “I could find somewhere close to the palace.” “No.” My voice cut through. “No one who works in the palace lives outside it. So, you have to follow the rules.” She just stood there, absolutely still, for several seconds, like she was wrestling ten different demons at once. Eventually she exhaled, and asked. “Are there more rules?” “Of course,” I replied. “And you’ll learn many of them day by day. But for now, there are three you need to keep in mind.” I lifted a hand, counting them off. “For one, do not trespass in places you’re not allowed to be…”

"Not every lady wants to be dressed up like some barbie freaking doll and paraded like some zombie in a show glass." Catarina frowned. But well, I didn't let it get to me. I've had my own share of weird old ladies to give about what was going through her head. "Well, there's nothing you can do about it, old lady. The rules in the house apply to everyone. So, you either obey them or you leave." Was she serious? Was she really giving me an option to leave? She raised a brow. "So what are you going to do, obey me, or leave?"

Daily four-hour sessions with Lady Anastasia covering everything from proper curtsy depth (determined by rank differential) to appropriate topics of conversation (avoid: politics, reform, anything controversial; embrace: weather, safe compliments, vague pleasantries). "This is mindless social manipulation," I complained after a particularly tedious session on teacup positioning. "This is how aristocracy maintains power. Through a thousand tiny rules that separate insiders from outsiders." Lady Anastasia corrected my hand position for the fifteenth time. "Master the rules and you're an insider. Fail and you're dismissed as uncultured regardless of your actual capabilities." "It's designed to

"oh not much 1.you can not come to my room without permission. I will also follow it to your room. 2.you and I will always respect elders spacially parents. 3.." " You have to also follow my rules then I will also follow them" "OK but I have to hear it first and I left 1rule also. Do not touch me." "I will think about that. Now hear my rules 1/.you have to pretend as lovely wife in front every one 2/ You have to attend party with me as wife 3/ I can kiss you if there is any need to display love in front of people. 4/parents are the main person in my life you have to respect them. 5/no short dress outside of house.6/we can not break our relationship trust, so no boy and for me no girl.

I know she is trying to manipulate my stubborn self. “Fine, you're right. My pride will lead me nowhere. Thank you for being here and being patient with me.” “You're welcome, let me go for now. Your instructor is back with a long sheet.” Willow said with a sing-song voice. “You're something else, Willow.” I said with a small smile before everyone thinks I'm mad. The female warrior cleared her throat and continued. “The rules include; respect for everyone which means no dirty tricks this year the Alpha in charge wouldn't take it lightly, the games aren't meant to be deadly so we'd have none of that.”

she said before flashing me a wide and bright smile. No, not at all. Not knowing how to respond to that, I just plastered a fake smile that I hoped looked convincing onto my lips. The madame seemed satisfied with my reaction while I felt like I was dying slowly on the inside. “There are other minor rules that apply to all honorable maidens. First, you can only mate with one prince at a time. If a prince has chosen to spend the night with you, you cannot spend the night with another prince for two months unless we have verified that you are not pregnant. In the case that more than one prince has submitted a request for you, you will have the final say in whom you choose to spend your time wit

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

My stomach turned and I thought I would vomit right there as I continued crawling my way to the door, getting there and standing up only to rush out to the crowd outside, patiently waiting and hoping for their name to be called. All eyes snapped towards me only for all of them to bow and the ladies to bend their knees in submission, tradition carried from generation to generation. It was drilled in their heads and they were happy to oblige. I felt sick to my stomach, walking even faster which was something I could get whipped for. Rule number 10: a woman never runs, jogs or speed walks but always maintaining a slow pace. Who even made these rules?