The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort Chapter 136 The Maid Lira (1) The History of The Girls

The first ti I truly understood what it ant to be a royal head maid, I was seven years old. Mother had dressed in a crisp black dress, my hair pulled back so tight it hurt, as she led through the castle's gleaming halls. Stay connected through empire

"Stand straight, Lira," she'd say, her voice gentle but firm. "A head maid carries herself with dignity at all tis." Her own black hair was perfectly styled in an elegant bun, not a strand out of place. I wanted to be just like her.

The position of head maid wasn't just any servant's role – it was a prestigious title, carrying rank almost equal to a count in the royal hierarchy. Mother had served the previous queen with unwavering dedication, and now it was my turn to learn. Every day brought new lessons: how to walk silently, how to anticipate needs before they were spoken, how to keep my face perfectly composed no matter what chaos might unfold around .

"The key," Mother would say as she demonstrated the proper way to pour tea, "is to beco like air itself. Present when needed, invisible when not, but always essential." Her movents were graceful, precise, each gesture calculated yet appearing effortless.

I practiced for hours each day. How to bow at exactly the right angle – too deep would be servile, too shallow disrespectful. How to modulate my voice to be clear but never loud, how to phrase suggestions as if they were the master's own thoughts. Even my expressions were carefully cultivated.

"A slight smile, Lira," Mother would correct . "Serene, but not too familiar. Rember, we serve the crown, but we are not their friends."

The other servant children avoided , whispering behind their hands about the "little princess maid." I pretended not to care, focusing instead on my studies. Etiquette, history, politics – I needed to understand it all to serve properly. Mother made sure I learned to read and write beautifully, to speak multiple languages, to understand the complex dance of court politics.

"Knowledge," she'd tell , "is our true power. We must know everything but appear to know nothing."

But it was lonely. My days were filled with endless lessons and practice, no ti for gas or friendship. I watched other children playing in the courtyard from my window as I studied proper tea ceremony procedures or morized noble family lineages.

One morning, as I practiced arranging flowers under Mother's watchful eye, she said sothing that changed everything.

"A special guest is arriving today," she said, adjusting a rose stem slightly. "A child, who will one day be queen. You must be ready to serve her, Lira."

I looked up, curious. "A new princess?"

Mother's expression was unreadable. "Sothing like that. She cos from the forest, and she will need a friend as much as a servant. Can you be both, while rembering your place?"

Before I could answer, the castle bells began to toll, announcing the arrival. Mother quickly checked my appearance – hair smooth, apron spotless, posture perfect – before we hurried to the grand entrance.

That's when I first saw her. A small figure with striking silver hair, golden eyes wide with wonder as she took in the castle's grandeur. This was Elowen, though I didn't know then how much she would change my life.

She was nothing like I expected. While I had been trained to be perfectly composed, Elowen was a whirlwind of energy and curiosity. She asked endless questions, laughed openly, and seed completely unbound by the strict protocols I had spent my life learning.

"Why do you stand so straight?" she asked on our first eting, her head tilted to one side. "Doesn't your back hurt?"

I was shocked by her directness. "It's proper posture, Your Highness," I replied automatically.

She wrinkled her nose. "That sounds boring. Want to climb trees instead?"

Thus began an unlikely friendship. Despite my training to maintain professional distance, Elowen had a way of drawing people in. Soon, we were joined by others. Vyrelda, a noble's daughter with grace that even my mother admired, and Serelith, whose sharp wit and fierce loyalty to Elowen was obvious from the start.

"You're all so stiff!" Elowen would laugh, dragging us into her adventures. "Life is for living!"

We beca inseparable. Vyrelda would bring sweets from her family's kitchen, earning rare smiles from my usually stern mother. Serelith would tell outrageous stories that made Elowen laugh until she cried. And I... I learned to relax, just a little, to let my perfect posture slip when it was just the four of us.

"See?" Elowen would say, catching in a rare mont of giggles. "You're not just a maid, Lira. You're our friend."

Serelith would watch Elowen with devoted eyes, always ready to jump to her defense or support her latest sche. "Our queen needs loyal subjects who can make her smile," she'd say with a mysterious grin.

Vyrelda brought a calming presence to our group, her feminine grace a perfect counterpoint to Elowen's wild energy. "We balance each other," she would observe with her gentle smile.

For those precious years, I had sothing I'd never expected – true friendship. We shared secrets in hidden garden corners, snuck midnight snacks from the kitchen, and dread about our futures together. Elowen would tell us about her life in the forest, about her grandmother's magic and the ancient trees. Serelith would demonstrate her growing magical abilities, while Vyrelda taught us court dances.

But ti moved forward, as it always does. Gradually, our carefree days together grew fewer. Elowen's royal duties increased, her ti filled with lessons and responsibilities. Serelith devoted herself to magical studies, though her devotion to Elowen never wavered. Vyrelda began preparing for her own role in court society.

Elowen was destined for greatness—she was to be Queen, a role that demanded all of her ti and attention. The carefree days of our childhood slowly faded away, replaced by the weight of responsibility.

When Elowen beca Queen, everything changed. Her duties were unending, and while she tried to make ti for us, we all understood the unspoken reality. She was no longer just Elowen, our friend from the forest; she was Her Majesty, ruler of Silvarion, and that title built walls between us that we could not cross. We still saw each other, of course, but the spontaneous adventures, the whispered secrets in the middle of the night, the laughter – those were gone.

Serelith took on the mantle of court magician, her talents now used to protect and serve the kingdom. But behind her composed exterior, I could still see glimpses of the girl who adored Elowen, who would do anything to make her smile.

Vyrelda, too, had grown into her role – now one of the kingdom's most powerful knights, a fierce protector of Silvarion. She moved with the sa grace, her eyes still carrying the warmth that had once brought calm to our little group, but her life was now one of duty and vigilance.

And I, I beca the head maid, just as Mother always intended. I served Elowen with all the dignity and poise I had been taught, but it was different now. I no longer stood at her side as a friend, but as a servant, one of the many who made her life run smoothly.

We were all where we were ant to be, fulfilling the roles we had been trained for. But the closeness we once shared – the nights spent talking until dawn, the carefree laughter – was gone, replaced by formality and duty.

Yet, despite the distance, the bond between us remained. I could see it in the way Elowen's eyes would soften when she looked at , in the way she would still smile at Serelith's sly comnts, in the way Vyrelda would always stand just a little closer to her than necessary, as if ready to protect her at any mont.

The friendship is no longer what it used to be, but our bond has matured into sothing more enduring, even if quieter.

Now, years later, I watch Elowen sit on her throne, every inch the queen she was destined to be. Serelith stands nearby, her position as court magician masking her deep personal attachnt. Vyrelda... has changed a lot and beca one of the most powerful knights of the kingdom, while I maintain my role as the composed, elegant maid.

We're no longer the giggling girls who shared midnight secrets and forest adventures. Our paths have diverged, our roles grown more defined. But sotis, when Elowen's eyes et mine across a crowded room, or when Serelith makes a subtle joke that only we understand, or when Vyrelda passes by with a secret smile, I feel it still – that unbreakable bond we share.

The friendship is no longer what it used to be, but our bond has matured into sothing more enduring, even if quieter.

But still.

Everything is still beautiful.

Until that man stepped in into this castle.