The Ladies-in-waiting Novels & Stories

The door swung open, and a lady-in-waiting entered the room, her presence an unwelcome interruption. I furrowed my brow, my tone laced with irritation. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice tinged with authority. The lady-in-waiting, seemingly unperturbed by my question, approached with a serene smile gracing her features. She carried a tray adorned with two steaming cups of coffee, an air of familiarity lingering around her movements. "I have come to serve the Queen's coffee, Your Highness," she replied innocently, her voice as smooth as silk.

Every time I tried to steal a look at them, they’d drop their heads fast, like they weren’t even allowed to look me in the eye. There was no question about it. I’d be assigned a few of those stiffs as well. More ladies-in-waiting beside Trinity, maids, maybe even a personal fan holder like the queen’s. I just prayed that whoever they sent my way wouldn’t be as stiff and boring as those ladies, because I didn’t know how the queen did it. If I had to be stuck with a whole group who seemed to be shitting their pants every time I turned for these two weeks, I would go insane.

“Wait I knew what that is!” I say after a moment. “Armed Ladies are the ladies that serve princesses or the council females. They serve both as guards and advisors, as well as representative for their lady when she is unable to be present.” After speaking a thought hit me. “But I am neither a princess nor a council female, so how can I have Armed Ladies. Plus, I have many questions about the Armed Guard as well.”

“And now you’re what?” Betsy straightened proudly. “Ladies-in-waiting.” Agatha smiled. “Royal ladies-in-waiting.” Shiloh gave an approving nod. “That sounds expensive. I like it.” Sophie’s throat tightened, but she kept her voice steady. “You two were never just maids.” Betsy pointed at her with a single dramatic finger. “Careful. If you make me cry, I’ll ruin my mascara and then I’ll have to fight the makeup artist.”

She straightened her dress, cleared her throat and looked me in the eyes. “First of all, Luna… we need to get you ladies-in-waiting.” I blinked. “Ladies-in-waiting?” She nodded, sitting up straighter. “Yes. Traditionally, every Luna has at least two…sometimes three…young she-wolves from noble families who assist her in court, with ceremonial duties, or even social matters. They aren’t just servants…they’re your voice when you don’t want to speak, your shield when you need distance, and your witnesses when politics get messy.”

I replied with a smile. Catherine was indeed beautiful. She had very long thick lashes and cute big eyes that fit perfectly on her round face. Fat cheeks and full attractive cheeks with well-accentuated curves and a beautiful heart as well. All the things I didn't have but wish I did. "Tonight is the night when you my girl takes back fully what truly belongs to you," Catherine said with a wink while proceeding to adjust her earring in the mirror. I smiled and picked up my purse from the table.

‘I’m afraid you’ve caught me quite off guard. ‘The King does like to rise early,’ the woman pauses a step in front of me and dips into a curtsey. Polite as she bobs and gestures to the two younger women behind her. Girls closer to my own age. One who seems familiar, ‘allow me to introduce your Ladies in Waiting, Maggie Stanley,’ she gestures to a girl who is even shorter than I am, reaching my shoulder. Her dark hair falls in ringlets around her face. She also wears a deep burgundy colour in a similar style, which pairs beautifully with the darkness of her skin.

I turned around and left the room. As I stepped out of Bethilda’s chambers, the guards barricaded the doors from the outside. I started walking and instructed the guards that accompanied me, “List all the ladies that are deemed to be trustworthy. I will be inspecting them to be the duchess’ new ladies-in-waiting.” “As you wish, Your Highness.”

They stood in every corner of the room, as if preparing to wait for orders. Yun walked behind such a beautiful wooden partition with intricate carvings. Aranjo followed the lady behind the wooden partition. Behind the partition, there was a large wooden barrel with soft smoke billowing, making the room a little foggy. Three other ladies-in-waiting approached Aranjo and stood nearby. "Take off her clothes," Yun ordered the three ladies-in-waiting.

The fine silverware and golden trays sparkled in the flickering candlelight, a testament to the wealth and power of a royal family. His demeanor was cool and normal, but the ladies were terrified. Their faces, usually composed and serene, now betrayed their anxiety, their skin pale and clammy. The leader of the ladies-in-waiting, Lady Charlotte, took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on him, her gaze pleading for mercy. The other ladies followed, their movements stiff and jerky, like puppets on a string. The air was heavy with tension as they approached the table, their fear palpable.