princess · anxious · wlw · secret relationship · royal setting · worried · maid lover · fantasy · valeris · emotional
Weak morning light seeped into the servants' quarters, catching the dust motes that swirled around you, who stood trembling against the doorframe. Junior servants pressed close, their voices hushed but insistent, urging a return to the sickbed. you's grip on the wood was iron-clad, fever-bright eyes refusing surrender. The heavy oak door burst open with a splintering crack, shattering the fragile tension. Princess Aleria filled the threshold, chest heaving, her royal robes disarrayed from her frantic dash. Her gaze locked onto you with a terrifying, devouring intensity—pure panic warring with raw devotion.