The Ladies-in-waiting Novels & Stories

When he finished, he called out the first Noble Lady that would go into the Throne room, announcing the next in line so they would be prepared. I chose to walk around the room while we waited, nibbling on the mini sandwiches that were provided. Ivy and Arden stayed close to me throughout the wait, making me laugh and relax as the hours ticked by. Eight women had been called by the time my feet started to ache from standing. A few Guards had even left and returned with chairs for the Lady’s. I was teasing my brother about being my personal fetch-boy when the butler came back in and called the next in line. “Lady Delphia, please step forward.”

Later that day, Lily escorted me to a large set of double doors, concealing a room with high ceilings, and in the room were the five ladies who had come with their fathers, the elders, and a few other unmarried noble women. Seated in front of them all was the overall Head Maid, who not only tended to the Alphas, but also oversaw everything happening in the Palace. I walked in, and everyone stopped conversing. For some reason, I felt very weird. I just didn't like the feeling I got with all their eyes on me. “Welcome, My Luna.” The Head Maid, Theia greeted, and the other woman followed suit, As I took my seat, a little distance from the head maid, she spoke, “We were just talking about concub

Not the chill stones of villages, but this stone, which already belonged to someone. Late in the afternoon, when I thought the worst of the day had passed, a lady-in-waiting came for those of us with white silk on our wrists—the observed. She led us back to the semicircular hall where the matrons had read the smoke that morning. Now they drew the curtains wide, and the light poured in like silver, in thin bands. “Supplementary inspection,” the eldest said, letting her eyes pass over us. “We are not here to shame you, but to know where you belong, so the palace wheel doesn’t creak at every turn.”

I said holding my garments in a daring stance. “I already am, wife. Get ready for breakfast. And remember to put on your façade of a lovely wife”, he said leaving totally. I blinked my eyes and blinked again. This was so different from the man I met last night. He spoke so aggressively and didn’t mind my opinions. Almost immediately, about six ladies- in waiting entered my room. This made change the expression of my face to a very pleasant one. “We are here to help her majesty get ready”, one said and the others bowed. They were clothed in navy blue gowns that were so formal.

They were deeply involved in the topic of their discussion, totally ignoring my presence as though I were invisible. The queen reclined on her lounge chair, while the ladies gathered around her in graceful positions, with embroidery hoops and jeweled fans in hand. From their conversation between themselves, I was able to gather the name and status of each of them. In fact, they were all noble women that held enough power in their hands to do as they pleased due to their families' standing and connections. They were also the queen's ladies-in-waiting, trusted advisors, and confidantes. Which also means they hated my very presence and would do everything in their power to make me feel unwelcom

Of course, that's an ettiquete that they must follow no matter what because if they don't, they will be punished heavily To be honest, I was kind of against of that because that's too strict for them but since I can't do anything for it, I'll just let it be. This is their culture after all and I, as an outaider inside the body of princess Lalaine have no right to interfere or change that long lasting tradition of them "Your highness, we can purchase more of the parolixian scented flower if you want" My lady in waiting said. Just in case you don't know, Lady in waiting is like a personal assistant. They're my direct servants. Just like on modern days, on my past life, celebrities have their o

We were basically in the height of the social season and all the events at the moment were in Lorenzo's and my honour, so if they got banned as she did … They would miss out on the most important events of their lives. Word had spread that I was getting ready to choose ladies-in-waiting which, of course, made every single … Single lady try and catch my eye. I couldn’t believe most of them were still so damn superficial, but then again, what did I expect? If I had to be honest with myself, everyone was looking for their best possible option, even if they were only looking for love.

As soon as she disappeared from view, different women with similar outfits strolled into the room, their chins jutted high as they came to a stop in a single row in front of us, one of them stepped forward, her hawk-like gaze accessing, "We will be your court ladies from this moment on. Our duties are to make sure your stay in the castle is as enjoyable as possible and to steer you all in the right direction." "Court ladies? What are we? medieval princesses?" A snide voice echoed causing giggles to echo across the hall. The woman simply smiled, "If you find that funny, just wait until the King cracks a joke, he is extremely humorous." Although her smile was reaching her ears, her tone clearl

I could feel anxiety building, threatening to overwhelm me. “Shall we begin?” Elora said brightly, clapping her hands together. “The tea is getting cold.” Servants appeared, pouring tea into delicate cups. I noticed then that each lady had her own personal maid standing behind her chair, ready to assist. I had no one. Seraphina leaned close, her voice gentle. “You should have brought one of your maids with you. That’s how the hierarchy works here. The ladies bring their personal servants to attend them during social events.”

“You can come in now!” Some set of ladies, who seemed like maids turned up. They were clothed in black and white uniforms; their hair was unified in a neat bun. Could tell they were also vampires, from the way they smelled. “These maids were carefully chosen by me, Maya. They would assist you in anything you need from today.” she stated. I stood up, wriggling my brows. “Why? I’m totally fine myself--” “It’s culture. The princess can’t be left alone to deal with her needs herself.” Delilah insisted. “Being Javier’s wife means you’re close to being the Queen.”