The King And His Maid Novels & Stories

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

“I will do it” I walked out of the door and all the witches gasped when they saw Finley in my arms. “I am Elias, the King of the werewolves. You probably know the Dark Queen, the granddaughter of Beatrix. She is my mate and if she’ll have me, we plan on making sure there will be no war between the witches and the wolves. Please, blood has been spilled on both sides. I don’t want to continue to fight you, I just want to take my Queen home and make sure she’ll heal.”

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

He wants to see me again, even though we just met last night. “Alright,” I replied, knowing that if I didn’t go, the maid who was sent to fetch me might get punished. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed all the maids looking at me as I passed by. What? “Is she the one?” I heard one of them whisper. One what? “Yes, she’s the king’s mistress,” another whispered back. Mistress? Since when did I become a mistress—oh, right, I'm his mate but not the official lady of the king in this kingdom.

It was quite obvious it was reluctant too because the taller one had a cloudy look like she would have preferred to bite Carly's head off than give her a bath. “Girl, you stink,” the shorter maid snorted, while scrubbing her back. “Well, that's what happens when you're locked in the dried well by…” Carly was yet to finish her statement when interrupted. “Shut up! I didn't ask you to be a smart mouth. I wonder how you were able to convince the king to even stay in the room with you not to talk about him mating you. The image alone is disgusting,” the maid said and made a sound like she wanted to throw up.

I helped Maude with other cleaning, and assisted the cooks, with the evening meal, then I assured her I’d take care of my own linen and mend my own dresses that were starting to thread at the hem. I was late arriving to the hall, but as I reached the open doors, I could see the king and his guards practically falling from their seats, some already sprawled on the floor as they drank and spilled their ale all over themselves. Barely dressed women were dancing on the table, whilst others were sat on the guards and the kings’ laps, with their bosoms out, pressing against their faces, as they all sang and laughed in drunken joy. One woman suddenly approached the king, sat on his lap, with her le

She placed a set of silverware before the King. Just as the King reached for his chopsticks, the maid’s melodic voice stopped him. "Your Majesty, you haven't purified your hands." She turned gracefully, dampened a silk cloth she had prepared, and walked to the King’s side, gently wiping his fingers. The maid had porcelain skin and a waist so slender it looked breakable. As she bowed her head, the neckline of her dress dipped just enough to reveal a calculated amount of cleavage. Serena narrowed her eyes, observing the King and Queen. Neither seemed to pay the maid any special attention, treating her presence as normal.

"I'm just shopping. Same as you." "Are we really going to pretend we're the same? That's adorable." Victoria stepped closer, her perfume overwhelming. "But we both know the truth. I belong in this world. I was raised for it. You're just....what? A maid playing Cinderella? Hoping the glass slipper fits?" "I'm not playing anything Victoria. Damien and I are together and we love each other."

Her voice was still calm. "Chloe," she said. "You always told me maids don't deserve to sit at the table. You threw your shoes at me to clean every morning. Now you are telling me I will leave? I already left your kitchen, Chloe. I am standing here as the heiress of this family. If a maid can become what you are desperate to be, what does that say about you?" Chloe's face turned red with anger and shame. "You are nothing!" Chloe shouted, losing control. "You are nothing without Adrian! You think wearing a black dress makes you an heiress?"

the king asked the trembling maid, ...m m ..mm ..my king pleas spare my life ...my king please the maid kneels infront of him ..please my king ." talk ..he spat on her" she ..she went on a run years ago and she ..she asked me to keep my silence and not say anything or she will kill me .." I swear my king I did nothing, she told me she's only going for meditation." I tried stopping her but she even injured me and threatened my family , " please spare me my king , she tells him begging and weeping .