Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

"As expected. It simply means that your duty is anything you're told to do. Cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, washing, serving at the table. Anything at all. Normally the servants are divided into categories and you only handle tasks you've been assigned in that category. But that isn't the case for you. At any time, you can be called to do anything maybe because one of the servants is ill or unavailable or simply because your assistance is needed. Whatever the case, you must attend to your call immediately. "And if I'm already doing something?" She stared at me and I felt the need to explain further. "Are there any tasks more important than the others?" "No. They are of equal importance. Unless

"I... This lowly one will do anything. Anything that I could. Please spare me, your majesty!" "Anything?" The emperor repeated. With his tone, Mingming could tell he's interested in the idea, and the thought of beheading him subdued. He heard the sword being sheathed again. He let out a sigh of relief and his head rise again with twinkling eyes. Before he could even celebrate, the emperor speaks again. "Then be my loyal servant." Xu Zhengming froze for a second. Doesn't he want to leave the imperial palace? He gave up his current job as a eunuch on his very first day on the job. Being a servant of the emperor means he has to stay in the palace, right?

the king asked the man servant for the crown prince. “Your Majesty, the Crown Prince left before lunch in the morning and has not returned, along with his selected companions,” the servant, Mauricio’s personal servant, answered. Mauricio does not engage closely with his servants, even with the person who attends to his personal needs. Well, not if the person is from the same gender as Mauricio. Because when he likes a maidservant, Mauricio will demand being served on his bed in his chamber. But to avoid such scandalous things happening more often and disgusting as it was already happening, the king and queen appointed male servants to serve Mauricio on his basic and daily needs.

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

he explained. The servant added, “And she is not to be disturbed.” The servant turned to us for a brief moment and we nodded. A servant at the Crystal Palace might be called a servant. But outside this sacred fortress, they were regarded with high status. Even higher than the rulers of each kingdom as they were said to be chosen by the gods or the Oracle to reside here.

this was a proposal gift for Alexa many luxurious and priceless items were brought by them to the former General's residence. Many of the servants were jealous of their great lady for being so returned to the noble affections of the crown prince. "Oh my, we will definitely be more prosperous in the future," said one of the servants. "Our great lady is indeed the reincarnation of a goddess, she is very charismatic, worthy of being the rightful wife of His Highness the Crown Prince," replied one of the servants. "That's right, he never considers us servants but considers us brothers," replied the other servant joyfully.

Even though she was determined to keep her oath, her heart started to waver as she thinks of Lila whose state was still unknown to her. Emery snapped out from her trance when she heard the door slide open. She immediately shifted her position to see who her visitor was. She gulped. A maidservant wearing a red ribbon to tie her hair curtsied at her before setting the tray down on the table. She did not say anything and simply headed back to the door. “Why did you bring these?” the queen asked. Stopping in her tracks, the maidservant turned on her heels and replied, “H-His Majesty said this is his last a-act of kindness.”

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?