The King And His Maid Novels & Stories

They'll be at your chamber soon I smiled and stood to go I bowed and left I entered my chamber and waited for about 10mins before the maids arrived I asked the chief maid to do me a favor Me: there is a maid that I like and I want her to attend to me Chief maid: yes princess, will ask her to attend to you Me: good, her name is Blue. She's a prince maid The woman bowed and left Soon she came back with the maid I looked at her from head to toe She's pretty And blue eyes That's why Adrian loves her I scoffed and ordered her to change from that blue uniform She did and I immediately ordered her to change everything in my room from white to red. Blue : but your highness, I can't do it by myself M

A few soldiers and maids arrive, to dress me like a king once again before we meet with Alpha Gaius for a welcome dinner before mating day tomorrow. "I'm not even going to ask." He motions for the maids as they strip me out of my dull dirty clothes. "Did you really think I will pass on an opportunity of adventure once I'm outside the palace walls?." I ask laughing. "It was my foolishness." The seriousness in his words over powered by his smile. "Hurry, we have kept the Alpha waiting." He tells the maids. "I'm the king, surely they can wait a few hours." I retort at his retreating figure, he sends me another glare and I decide to tease the old man again.

“ Carrie’s cousin’s friend’s sister was assigned to the King’s Palace two years ago, and she won’t stop gushing to Carrie’s how handsome the king was. He has not only his kind, but also the female humans swooning after him, trying to get him to notice them.” “ I would be quiet if I were you.” The maid beside her says, nudging her shoulders. She points towards Saoirse, who was clearly listening in on their conversation. Her lips pursed down in a frown, a dead glare sent to the maid who had been talking. I rolled my eyes, looking at how dramatic and equally stupid she was being right now. It was obvious she was making a claim on the devil king when she wasn’t even certain if she would get sele

I needed to change the subject, and fast. “I’m fine,” I said, grabbing her hand to stop her from leaning in any closer. “Why would you think I wasn’t going to be? Did something happen to those who serve under the king?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the current awkwardness. I’d noticed the way the maids acted when I was told I’d be serving him. “Erm… yes,” she leaned in, lowering her voice as if she were about to spill some scandalous tea. “The maid serving the king never lasts long. The last one got her hand broken for spilling tea on the king’s paperwork by mistake.”

“I know this is wrong but I gave him my word for the last time. You can be assured that I wouldn’t have a conversation with him any longer because now I know what a manipulative cunt he is. I should have known from the beginning and I should have shut down every idea and suggestion…” “Which is why I refuse to let him get away with it.” The king interrupted with a growl. “Guards!” He growled again, loudly this time and the guards outside trooped into the room and stood at an attention after saluting their King. “You!” he pointed at the maid who was still kneeling. Her head rose. “are fired from your job here, pack up your things this minute.” The maid nodded, mumbling words of gratitude for n

The first maid was named Margaret Henrietta. The King nodded, looking up at the other who said nothing for a long time.. trying to steady her breath. "I had nothing to do with her. Why would I poison her?" The maid named Cynthia said. The King said nothing, his feet walking from where he stood, and he grabbed her by the neck. "How dare you?" He bellowed, as his grip tightened, and fell lax on his hand. "Take her away." He dropped the lifeless body on the floor.

She sighed, her eyes filled with grief. "It was not the palace who mourned for my friend's death but only the king. I do not understand, sir. Years ago, Isabel was a joyful soul. Every servant knew of Isabel and King Lucian's affair, but it was not something we, the servants, deemed unworthy. We kept it to ourselves and acted as if we did not know. We were happy knowing that even the king himself could love someone like us. But that night..." The palace maid paused, reminiscing.

The maid placed the cup back onto the tray and adjusted the blanket over his legs slightly Then she picked up the tray again and turned to leave. Suddenly… A strong hand grabbed her wrist tightly. The maid froze immediately. Her heartbeat stopped. “My king…?” The king’s grip tightened. His voice came out low. Cold. Painfully calm. “I know everything.” The maid blinked in confusion. “My king… I don’t understand…” The king slowly lifted his eyes towards her. “I know what you’ve been doing to me.” The maid’s expression changed instantly. Fear crashed into her chest.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

"Then what were you saying about me?" The maid freezes in sheer terror. "We… we were just discussing tomorrow’s tasks." Vanessa lets out another bitter laugh. "Lying to my face." The maids lower their heads further, terrified to utter another word. "You all think this is hilarious, don’t you?" "No, Madam." "You think it’s a huge joke that Edward chose a lowly maid over me." The maids stare at her in absolute shock and disbelief. "Madam, we didn’t mean anything like that—"