Chambermaid Stories

The weaving of an Preface and a story.

Turning, I try to hide the growing self-disgust. What am I thinking, falling in love with her? I have a husband and last time, when Catherine-. Reaching my room, I push my thoughts away. I already know I am sinful. There is no need to constantly remind myself of it. Falling on my bed, I open my book. It is considered improper for a lady to read, to fill her head with words and ideas. It is said to turn her to sin. Hi! Just love writing stories, thought I'd share one with the world. This is a sapphic romance set in the late 1700s, between chambermaid and the lady of the house. I'd love feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks! Note: Spacing got a bit messed up as well, sorry.

Just as Princess Delilah was trying to run away and escape from the castle life, she stumbles upon a wounded young man in the woods and she helps him and gives him shelter, without letting him know her real identity. But who is he really, and why does he not tell her the truth about who he is? Strange people suddenly appear around the kingdom and... Is a war on the verge of starting?!

Follow the trail of past left behind on paper leading up to a single tragedy. Through the eyes of a maid who never came to term with her feelings.

The chamber maid Flor, who works for royals, is a very great dancer. One morning, the princess realizes this and wishes to invite her to the winter ball, three months away. In those three months however, she has fallen in love with the prince. Will she gather the courage to ask him to dance at the ball? Or will she fail to show her feelings and watch him wed another royal? The Princess Janice, has fallen in love with a towns woman named Naveah. They love each other equally, but it is very frowned upon for a woman to love another woman, especially for a princess. Will Janice tell her parents about Naveah? Or will she be forced to keep their relationship a secret while she weds another royal? Cover art is mine!! // DO NOT TAKE COVER ART WITHOUT PERMISSION \\

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.