The Ladies-in-waiting Novels & Stories

But as soon as I walked through the door, I saw my friends walking in from the other side. "Hey Muriel" Heedah waved from the other end. "Oh gosh I didn't see that coming" I smiled as I waved back. They walked up to me and we sat together as the waiter came to serve us. "Hey, you mind for anything?" The waiter asked. "Yeah, umm just give me any soft drink" I replied. "Okay, ma'am will be back in a minute" the waiter said. I turned to Victoria who's eyes were fixed in her phone.

After she'd showered and just finished dressing, another knock sounded on her bedroom door and another maid walked in. “Good morning, Your Grace,” the woman greeted, “I'm Juliet, your lady-in-waiting. His Grace, has asked me to take you shopping today,” Anna wasn't sure how she felt about being called, ‘Your Grace’. Did everyone have to be so… Formal around here? She smiled at the woman, “Good morning. If I may ask, where is he?” she asked.

Ms. Wroth is very punctual, stepping into the office exactly on time for our meeting. Cynthia and I both stand to meet her. She’s short in stature, under 5’ tall, but she carries herself like a supermodel. Red pumps. A crisp, tailored suit with a pencil skirt. Feathered blonde hair done in a fashionable style. Makeup on point. Her neck and fingers are covered in gold and diamonds, and they match the sparkle in her eyes. She holds out her hand, her fingernails decorated in red paint, the same shade as her shoes.

"She dresses like a man and walks like she’s still a warrior. She is not a real Luna at all." I gripped the side of the doorway, fighting the urge to storm in right away. Instead, I waited a few seconds longer. "Alpha Jaxon could have done better." Someone else continued. "I mean, we all thought he was going to return with the younger sister, Yara...." That was enough. I turned the handle slowly and pushed the door open with deliberate calm. My three ladies-in-waiting froze where they stood, a bundle of linens still in one of their hands. The color drained from their faces when they saw mine.

And she bow before sprinting out of the Chamber to get the said woman from her own Chamber. In the Castle, there are chambers for the court ladies because they are most trusted and loyal servants to ever exist having seen they've been together with the royalties for so long. There quarters should be close to the royalty they serve so that it won't take them long to get where they are needed just like that moment. There are so many urgent times when she would want her court lady to live with her but she needs to look after her granddaughter for the day.

"Yes, I wish to know them. Can you tell me?" "Well, that's my duty but I want to talk about the most significant thing with you now." She waved her hand to the other two ladies who seemed like ladies-in-waiting, they curtsied and left the room. I was now with this grand young lady who looked radiant and pretty in every way like a modern royalty. She gestured to me to come closer to her. I walked close and sat beside her on the bed.

I asked her, referring to the women in court. "They are your escort, your friends, your Lady in waiting and whatever you want them to be. Just as Alpha attend to our needs, these women are your responsibilities too. You watch out for them, they help you host a ball or a feast and so many more. I believe they are all excited to start being around you" She finished and I stare thoughtfully at her.

Waiters glided through the crowd with silver trays, offering champagne and delicacies. But what caught Amira’s attention wasn’t the wealth. It was the women. Clusters of them lingered in corners, wives and mistresses of powerful men. They wore gowns just as extravagant as hers, some dripping jewels that glimmered under the lights. Their eyes, though… cold, sharp, predatory. She recognized the type instantly. They weren’t here as accessories. They were assets. Power wrapped in silk and lipstick. Queens in a chess game where men thought themselves kings.

A screen behind which, Marta informed me, a bath had been drawn. I stood in the middle of the room and looked at all of it. “Is everything to your satisfaction, my Lady?” I turned to find Marta watching me with that steady, assessing gaze. “It’s — yes,” I said. “Thanks, Marta.” She nodded efficiently. “Glad it is, My Lady. Three of the household maids have been assigned specifically to your service. They will attend to you morning and evening and whenever else you require.” “Well, thank you. How about my…ladies - I mean, the women who traveled with me?”

A few weeks ago, Lui had forced me to go to the infirmary after I almost fainted, and I had blood work done, but I hadn’t collected my results. I had tried to mind-link Kennis or Adaline, but nothing was working. I eventually gave up and cried myself to sleep. In the evening, two women dressed in black entered the room. One had curly red hair, and the other was blonde. The blonde glared at me as if I had killed her kitten. “Good morning, my lady,” the red-haired woman said as she bowed, introducing herself as Ruth. The blonde was named Irene. “We will be your ladies-in-waiting while you are here,” Ruth said with a polite smile.