The Ladies-in-waiting Novels & Stories

The court ladies. Declan did mention them when I tried to talk to him earlier. He said they would help me with my duties. That would surely conclude all the responsibilities I would have to hold. I stood up from the edge of the bed. Lilienne looked back at me then, as if asking for my confirmation. I nodded, before I turned my full attention to the Ladies that were now walking gracefully inside. All were wearing expensive and high-class gowns. Each of them had different face features, skintone, and eye color. I guess the only thing they had in common was their race.

Athena and Alexander were led to the area where King's and Queen's were assembled. It seemed like they were all waiting to be assigned to their various rooms. The room was filled with glam. Everyone was dressed like they were attending a party. Women held fans and their arms were in their mate's crooked hands. Some ladies talked in groups and Athena knew they were princesses. Then she has an idea.

Now she was every inch the great lady but renowned for her quick yet gentle wit, her sparkling eyes and her devotion to her family. Quite a few rakes had tried to challenge that last bit of her reputation, without any luck, as she was clever and careful enough to deflect, deflate, or dismiss any man who tried to impose upon her, even once she had provided her husband with two sons. It was incredible to think that she was not long bored with her dull stick of a husband, but so it seemed. Not too surprising to Wickham was the fact that Darcy himself was still just as immune to the attempted seductions of the bored wives, widows or courtesans, beyond being still quite attentive to his wife. As

With a face filled with cakey makeup and body adorned with branded clothes, her jewelry also could not be ignored especially with its flashing gold and silver colors. “Who needs to support who?” Yana said and raised her brows at the woman. She may have looked like some pushover but Yana is an aristocrat herself, she can still fight criticisms and insecure people. Children of nobles of course were groomed to a society where if you have a weak heart and slow wits then people will use and take advantage of you.

He asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "Rat poison." I replied to him handing him the poisons. "Let's hurry, just every passing second in this hell hole is making me dizzy." I hissed as the knight escorted me the entire day running errands. ADALINE "It's true what they say about the Empress, she is beautiful" I hear some maids murmur in the background. Despite the fact that they weren't trying to be subtle. "Isn't the Empress and Lady Nyla elder sisters? Why is a princess working as a lady-in-waiting?" they whisper.

Giving me the space and break that I am asking for. I pulled up the cover of the window from my sit. There are a couple of palace guards waiting for me outside. A couple of female too in their uniform, I just don't have an idea what kind of uniform those are or the department where they belong, but if I were to guess. They can be a palace servant who belongs in a higher rank, someone who personally serves the royalty—a lady-in waiting.

"Thank you. What are your names? And what is your job? I need to know that." The first lady stepped forward. "My name is Anne. I am in charge of cleaning your room." "I am Sarah, I am in charge of your food," another lady introduced. "I am Fiona. I am in charge of your personal well-being." "And I am Joanne. I am your personal maid. I will be attending to your personal needs." Valerie pointed at them one after the other. "Anne, Sarah, Fiona, and Joanne." "Yes, Luna," they answered in unison.

“I just—something happened.” “I gathered,” he said dryly. “Tell me before you burst.” She did. The words tumbled out quickly. As she spoke, his expression went from amused to thoughtful. “A lady-in-waiting,” he said when she finished. “That is… significant.” “I know,” she squealed. “Can you imagine? Me. Standing beside a princess.” “I can imagine. You’ve worked hard. You deserve it.” Warmth spread through her chest at his words. “But,” he added, tone shifting, “it will not be simple. Those rooms are full of eyes and teeth. People will expect you to know rules no one has bothered to teach you.”

“Let us get you out of these rags and give your body a proper scrubbing. No woman should marinate in her pregnancy juices.” I looked down at my bloodied ragged dress and a small smile appeared on my lips. “Okay, you are right. But enough about me. I don't know you lovely ladies' names.” The older woman smiled. “You can call us whatever you please, your highness. Names are not used here. We are only the ladies in waiting.” There again with the royal name, your highness. “Nonsense. You have to give me the names you normally bear. I refused to treat you as the help.”