The Royal Mistress Full Book Romane & Geschichten

"Hello, ladies. I'm Celestina, the mistress of the court," said by an elegant woman probably two decades older than I am. I was thankful that she arrived. Her presence eased the tension earlier. "I will assist the Crown Prince in molding each one of you, so that when time comes, the chosen lady has all the knowledge of what are the duties of a crown princess."

She smiled in amusement or amazement I couldn't decipher. "As you wish. If something is there for you to do I would ask you." She said. I nodded smiling. After Anna came all refreshed, we went downstairs. Anna pulled me to the kitchen in excitement where Pamela was talking with some maids. This Royal mansion of the kings has everything Elegant and extravagant here. I looked at all the sides of the big kitchen which was double my apartment size. It was filled with good wooden interior designs, open kitchen shelving and storage around. It has two kitchen counters and one small island dining table. Everything was screaming money and huge amounts of money.

the woman says. “It isn’t a joke and tomorrow I’m going to properly introduce her to them. As my future Queen.” He declares firmly. There’s silence for a moment before the woman speaks again. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong with you? You know what happened the last time you brought a weak girl to the royal court. I don’t know what happened at Bronze’s pack but if that girl is good at pleasuring you, then you can keep her as your mistress. A King can have mistresses. Your father had multiple–”

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

I clenched my jaw, refusing to react, but she wasn’t done. “You’re a very attractive man, Your Majesty. I don’t think you realize how many of your maids whisper about you when they think no one’s listening.” She leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. “For kings and princes, mistresses are practically expected. But you… you’ve been so devoted, so faithful. It was as fascinating as it was irritating.” She chuckled softly. “I wanted to see if I could break you. And in some ways, I did.” Her words slithered into the room like poison, but I didn’t flinch. I simply held her gaze and said, “We didn’t sleep together.”

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

“My queen, can I ask you something? Are you sure you are comfortable having the king's mistress serve your daughter?” She frowned. “C'mon Godfrey,” she laughed rubbing her hand against my groin. “Now is not the time,” she said trying to kiss me but I stopped her. “Are you sure you are comfortable having Lena serve the Pamela.” “Lena?” She asked, her brows furrowed in curiosity. “Lena isn't his mistress, Ashely is.” “I don't know who is Ashely but I can tell you, Lena is the king's mistress, I caught them fucking each other and she also tried to seduce me so many times, that girl is a fox.”

She did it anyway, and let her hand close around her mouth as she observed the maid taking care of Bennet. She was holding out a cut crystal glass full of some amber liquid and flirting shamelessly with the prince. He took the glass with an appreciative nod and tossed it down neatly before handing it back to her. The maid refilled it without blinking before audaciously sitting on the edge of the bed. “How else can I serve you today, Your Highness?” As she spoke, her hand drifted down his stomach. “This will do, Letty.” Harper clenched her teeth in anger as she watched the maid lean closer, her lower lip protruding in a pouting fashion as she deliberately brushed her large bosom against his c

A lady dressed in a beautifully made ball gown walked majestically through the palace gate and toward the King’s chambers. Her face was painted in the finest colors with the obvious aim of seduction. The way her heels clicked against the floor announced her presence even before people turned toward her. Rieta. The Lycan King’s mistress. That was who she was. With a smile on her red painted lips, she stood before the study room and a guard stepped forward. “The King is not in his study room.” He informed her and her smile fell.

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