The King And His Maid Novels & Stories

Lady Lora stops talking when Meghan looks at her with big eyes and an unhappy expression indicating her to stop talking. Queen Meghan then smiles at Victoria sweetly then says" Victoria you are a princess of Country K and Now the Queen of Country A. Although it may be normal for a small Country like Country K Princess to talk, laugh and make friends with a maid but it's not common for Country A Queen to talk, laugh, make friends even look at a normal maid. You are an important member of the royal family of country A so, it doesn't suit you. Country A is not like Country K small country holding little power. Country A rules the world and you are the wife of a ruler of the world".

“Don’t make me drag you.” We walk past the king’s palace. He leads me to an unknown place. An elderly woman bows and greets him, “Alpha King.” She’s an older woman, but very beautiful. “Kira,” the king calls her name. “This is Jane, the new maid. Please keep an eye on her. Please give her all the necessary work to do.” He faces me with an evil smile pasted on his lips. “Jane, this is Kira, the head maid,” he introduces. “You can give her her work now, Kira. I have to go now.”

(Maharaj, Maaf kijiyega aapki Sabha me baadha daalne ke liye, Lekin jis ladki ko aap baar baar Nritika kehkar bol rahe hai vo or koi nahi Pratapgarh ki Rajkumari hai) A kind of Noise blurred in the environment of the court and The king asked in Shock "A Princess?" (Ek Rajkumari?) "Yes," She said confidently. "I would like to have a word with you in Private," She said looking at him. "Privacy" The king roared without taking any more time. Everyone left leaving him, me, and the queen behind. "King, She is the Princess of Pratapagrh," The queen stated. "She is Princess, then why she danced in the Royal celebration?" He asked with a questioning tone.

he muttered and resumed whipping the princess once more. The maid looked at the standing Ariel and couldn't believe what was happening. She strolled to where Ariel stood and held her but Ariel hurled her away making her land on her butt outside the dungeon. The King, whipped Ariel and her lover heard the falling sound of the maid and they all turned to her. "What are you doing here?" The king growled at her. "Erm..I... Nothing your Highness" the maid stuttered and stood up. "Then get out."

What did he do this time Ariel? The Queen signed, finished the buttons and took a step back. She folded her hands under her breast before speaking "you would not believe what I'm about to tell you" She paused before revealing "Luciano assigned a slave of Narva to work for him as his personal maid" She said with a voice that clearly sounds like she's gossiping "What?!!!!" The King roared "how could he?!!" Exactly. That was the exact reaction she wanted to get from him. "What the hell is wrong with him?" He yelled, his eyes red in anger.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

There is no way, he could sleep with the mad king, no fucking way. It went on for hours and hours, reminding me of Nicolas's betrayal while my breathe clench in pain thank God Alaric was there to help me. As soon as the pain subsided, I gritted my jaw in annoyance. Today i was going to stomp Drogomor and declare war. They had not only manipulated my mate into staying into the palace but they had also violated him. The thought of him willingly giving herself to the Mad King was unthinkable. My wolf roared in defiance and conviction. No. She must have been forced. Manipulated. Maybe even… raped.

A fierce one. It was called a “no-mistake zone.” One misstep and you’d be punished. No pardon. No second chance. The rules were clear. The only upside was the pay–exceptionally high, especially for a maid. But competition was brutal. The job might sound like just being a maid, but within the Kingsley Empire, that role carried intense responsibility. Over 100 workers served under the organization, yet they all worked beneath one name, one power–Sebastian Kingsley, the only son of the Kingsley family. They called him many things:

one of them whispered as if trying to silence her friend. “Do you think it’s because of her? Everyone knows the king has gone mad, and it’s been days since he hasn’t been spotted anywhere outside until today. What could be the reason?” the maid continued, regardless of her friend insisting for her to stay silent. “Who knows? She’s a witch, they say, here to entrap the king with her disastrous looks. Look what happened to her mate… he was forced into exile from his home and family. Sooner or later, I wouldn’t be surprised if she becomes our queen or the king’s mistress…” the other maid replied. I clenched my fist at their words; how dare they!

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.