The King And His Maid Novels & Stories

He overheard two ladies dressed in maid's uniform talking and he subtly stuck around to eavesdrop. “You mean Miss Elaina… who doesn't know her? She is a very kind woman and so beautiful” The second maid praised. “Yes, that means you also know that the king has been trying to woo her but she has been rejecting him. He offers her gifts everyday and I even heard he wants her to be his concubine” The first girl's voice turned into a whisper at the end. “Wow, I didn't know it was to that extent. She is really strange to refuse his offer, who wouldn't want such a perfect life? I wish I was the one the king wanted” she replied, the jealousy was evident in her voice.

"Nineteen years ago, in a faraway land, there lived a king whose wife couldn't give him children. Desperately in need of an heir, he planned to adopt, but his wife had a better idea and preferred he slept with her maid." My brain swirled, staring at her and wondering why she was telling me a story that didn't seem related to the staff and I concluded that she must be suffering from some mid-life crisis. "The queen's maid was so beautiful, but the king didn't want to sleep with her. The queen begged and convinced him. Unfortunately, he fell in love with her after sleeping with her, and she returned the feeling, which made the queen jealous. Do you know what the queen did?" I shook my head slo

he cooed, staring at the smooth slender fingers that were wrapped around his small foot, and a choked sound escaped the maid as she began sobbing. A smile bloomed across his lips and he pulled out his dagger from its sheath. “Place your hand on the table, Ida.” The maid began sobbing in earnest, but with the revelry happening below, her cries were lost to the sound of joyful music and laughter. When the King and Queen found out what had been done, it was too late. He had chopped off all her fingers, deeming it a small mercy that he hadn’t cut off her arm instead.

Looking at the girl who dares to talk to him that way, he was so surprised that such a poor maid could say such. The king's maid? He asked laughing. Do you really wish to be the king's maid so bad that you keep disrespecting your prince. He asked, this time he has stopped laughing. He wondered how the lady could be so bold and talked to him that way without even bowing to him. "What I'm trying to say is that, I'm not your maid but the king's maid. The head maid must have made a mistake."She said again. "Then, why don't we call the head maid here to clarify her mistake." He said with sacarsm.

she ordered as she passed by the chief of the royal guard. Selene dragged the insolent maid to the king's room, entered with the woman, and found Frederick beginning to wake up. "There is the king. Look at him!" Selene ordered. "Selene..." Frederick whispered with a heavy voice as he opened his eyes. "My King," spoke the maiden, causing anger to flow through Selene's body. "My King, this woman wants to kick me out of the house," she complained. "Selene," he called her again in a serious tone, causing Selene to let go of the woman and approach the bed. Frederick extended his hand and she reciprocated the movement, bringing her hand closer and facilitating the grip.

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

I was busy texting on my phone and sending funny and horrible memes, jokes and emojis to Dae who won't stop talking about my neighbor who got duped by the girl he fell in love with, telling me how sorry she felt for the guy, then I heard a heavy thud and someone screaming, as I drag my eye form the phone screen, I realized it was the queen who had fell and rolled down the stairs. I quickly used my mouth to cover the scream that'll come out from it as I pocketed my phone and slowly moved down the stairs, scared to see if she was dead or not. One maid was already out of the kitchen and rushed to her side, she looked up and when she saw me, her eyes turned dark 'What happened here? What happene

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h