Novel & Cerita The Ladies-in-waiting

My demon blushing, my spoiled princess purring like she’d won the universe… and me right in the middle of it all. Morning duties came too fast. Livia appeared at the chamber door with a soft knock, already holding the small golden tray that carried my morning tea and the day’s schedule etched on fine parchment. Her dark hair was pinned immaculately, her expression calm as always. “The Court ladies await you this morning, my Luna,” she said quietly. “They have gathered in the High Matrons’ Hall.” In other words—the elders’ wives, the mates of the high judges, the noble she-wolves whose bloodlines stretched back to the first flame-crowned kings. The women who quietly shaped the heart of the No

Mary responded and curtsied. “She is well behaved at least. A maid, is she?” Lady Sarah asked Zerden, not demeaning herself to address Mary. “Something like that,” he responded, and Mary just stared at him. He knew she wasn’t a maid. Not that there was anything wrong in being one, but as with everything else in the castle, there was a strict hierarchy amongst those who worked there. Calling Mary a maid was like saying Zerden was an errand boy. Mary just couldn’t believe he would do that to her. Her position was one of the few things she had in life. She had worked hard to become one of the top chef’s assistants. He knew that. Zerden offered Lady Sarah his arm and they started walking in the

Lixien looked up at them and the blood on the sheet alternately, as if she was implying that she was embarrassed because of what happened yesterday night with the Emperor, despite that nothing really happened. The maids who saw the blood blushed and were embarrassed. “Your Majesty, we congratulate you!” “Congratulations, Your Majesty.” Two of the seven servant said. The five servants kept silent and looked at a particular maid, as if she was the head of the servants there. “Your Majesty, I am Lyla, the head of the maids, but I am not the butler. Next to me is Step, next is Thea, that is Leen, that brown hair is Ireane, second to the last is Rosa, last one is Shane. We’ve come here to serve y

She took another bite of the pastry. Scarlet had always thought there was something wrong with her as she couldn't ever taste or stomach food but the food with Laylin present was always light and tasted better. There was something about her. "There are like 17 unofficial Ladies..." Laylin tea spluttered out in hysteria."...Hey! They visit the Palace freely as they have a permit but only the ladies who have spent a night with the King or has been 'graced' live in the King's Palace. Other than you there is only one woman, Sayon." She took another generous bite, moaning at the burst of flavor in her mouth.

but did nevertheless. " A mustache and the crown....I believe every emperor possesses these two things, now since, I have excluded the thing between his legs of course.....solely for your sake." There, she smiled watching her work bearing fruit as the lady turned redder than the ruby on her third finger. She watched the twenty or so ladies-in-waiting fighting to bring their urges down and grin and personally she was having a hard time to not to chortle aloud. Yes, it was funny alright...but then...

Precisely because of that, they had higher expectations and increased the difficulty of follow-up tests. “Are you alright? You look pale.” Maria, the head of Ariana’s ladies-in-waiting, asked her after dinner, when Ariana finally reached her room. She couldn’t help but to fall straight on her bed with her full clothes. Although Maria was the only lady-in-waiting at the moment, since Ariana hadn’t been publicly crowned yet, Daniel granted Ariana four private maids to serve both Maria and his future queen.

"We were wondering... and please don't feel obligated to say yes... but would you consider letting us be your ladies-in-waiting?" I blinked, taken aback. "My ladies-in-waiting?" "It's a traditional role," Carla explained. "Basically, we'd assist you with whatever you need. We'd help you prepare for events, keep you company, advise you on pack matters if you'd like. That sort of thing." "We know you're new here," Arya added quickly. "And we thought it might be nice to have some friendly faces around and people you can trust." I stared at them, processing the offer. It was generous, almost too generous. But the more I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.

After freshening up, I lay in the bed waiting for Vincent even though my eyes are dropping wanting to get some sleep, but I don't want to sleep yet I wanna see Vincent first. Sighing I get up after deciding I should go to his study to check on him and ask if he had his dinner but not before concealing the finger marks on my face. Pulling my robe closer to my body I walk towards the direction of his study when I passed a maid who looked at me wide eyes. "Are you okay?" I questioned her while nodding her head. "I think you should go back to bed, miss. It's too late already." She says fidgeting with her fingers, looking afraid but afraid of what?.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

It was the weird giggle from the maid that made me compose myself. “Her Royal Highness, Princess of Albertville, this is to ensure the ancient look of the palace remains intact without giving up the modernism.” The maid explained and I nodded. We stepped on to the third level and a different maid waited for us there. She was middle-aged yet looked so young; if you ignore her grey hairs, that is. She looked friendly and warm with a smile on her lips. “It’s an honor to introduce myself to you, Her Royal Highness. I am Caitlyn Benevon, the lady-in-waiting. I’ll be looking after you.” She greeted with a curtsy and I nodded politely.