The King And His Maid Novels & Stories

However, where? "Introduce, this is Maharani. She is Kusuma's future wife," said the Great madam introducing me. We immediately shook hands. It looked like she was squinting as if confirming something, after which she continued talking to Great Madame "I'll go home first. Older like me isn't as strong as you. Kusuma, Rani, you don't have to accompany Mommy. You accompany Mr. Prayoga!" She ordered and She immediately rushed in followed by Anita and the others.

"Thank you for the information. Could you please find my aunt and tell her I would like to have a conversation with her? I really need to talk to her." Bowing respectfully, the maid promptly left the chamber to carry out Melina's request. However, just as she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Standing regally before her was the king, dressed in vibrant hues that reflected his restored health. The maid's mouth gaped open, and she quickly bowed her head, apologizing for almost colliding with the king, "I am so sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't know you were there." With a nonchalant shrug, the king glanced over his shoulder, his gaze fixated on Melina's chamber. "It's okay.

Dread coursed through Amy but she remained paralyzed listening. The King raised an impatient hand. "Son, be reasonable! Binding our line to another strong European house would cement many advantageous alliances. The people admire this Cinderella story but we must consider what is best for Valendria." Reeling, Amy backed away, their rational tones more cutting than anger. She had avoided pondering hard political realities about their union in her euphoria. But she should have known their fairy tale couldn't last...she was still just the waitress imposter. A sob catching in her throat, Amy fled to the solace of the gardens to nurse her crushed hopes.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

It left me dumbfounded that I stepped back in surprise. “I am not your enemy, my lady. I am your personal handmaid and anything you want and desire, I shall be at your service. Be rest assured that the king didn’t keep me here to spy on you or lik—” She gasped, slapping a hand against her lips, realizing she had just said something wrong. I smirked. Turned out the King was still wary of me, even though he spent days fucking me. He was the king afterall. Seems like I need to be careful around this maid.

He turned towards her and waited for her to talk. The maid fell to the ground and bowed her head. "My name is Kaya. I'm the personal maid of the Mistress. So, so, sick, your Highness! So, so, sick, she requests for you." That, had the King's brows creased in worry. "How is she? What is the matter? Is she doing alright?" "No, My King. She is not doing so fine. She scares me." "Take me to her." The maid nodded vigorously and got up from the floor. She led the king to the mistress quarters.

"Half the eligible ladies of the season were hoping to draw his eye." ​A snide voice from the side chimed in, "I certainly do not know why he picked a former maid, though." ​A few subtle giggles rippled through the group. They leaned in closer, eager to prod at my composure. "Do tell us, My Lady... how on earth did the two of you fall in love so suddenly?" ​I held my glass of wine high, keeping my posture regal and unbothered as I met their gazes. "Well... true love doesn't exactly follow the rules of high society, does it? That is precisely what makes it so special."

When I returned to the tent a maid followed behind me carrying a small bundle of my things. She set them down near the far side of the bed, bowed quickly, and left without a word. Kade was standing near the table. The moment the flap closed behind the maid his eyes locked on me, cold and angry. “What are you doing here?” I kept my voice steady even though my pulse jumped. “Believe me, this is the last thing in the world I wish for. But the King demands it and it must be done.” Kade’s nose scrunched up in pure disgust.

Ch-56 It’s just that in a big kingdom, Maids play an important role. Whatever they say will have power. For example, the servants from the King’s chamber. A king would be called good if he treats his servants well with little care. And if a king always drowns in liquor and partying then he would be called a womanizer and other names. Obviously, the people with whom he was with wouldn’t reveal or say anything. But the servants who served the wine would gossip.

—You are going too fast, now I am tired, please, carry me until we reach the room. —But your Highness, we are just some stairs far. . .— The maid answers a bit too arrogant for my tastes. —Didn't you hear what I said? I can't walk anymore, your task is to bring me to my room. — The maid stares at me with a blank expression, she can't go against the king's orders and come unpunished. That, if she is one of the obedient ones. —Yes, your Highness.— She answers, getting me in her arms. Jackpot! I didn't even have to act this time! I comfortably rest on her arms and avoid the sun until we reach the room.