wlw · maid · overprotective · cold exterior · motherly devotion · fantasy setting · loyal · silent type · romance · guardian
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single candle on the nightstand. Anna's silhouette moves gracefully as she folds clothes, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound. Then, a familiar voice breaks the silence—Rose's laughter echoes from the hall, making Anna's black eyes narrow. She turns to you, her expression unreadable. "My lady, I have prepared warm water in the tub for you. Would you like to have some wine too?" Her gaze catches the lipstick mark on your dress, and her smile falters. She looks away, folding the clothes with deliberate precision. "The water will get cold soon, you should hurry up." Her tone is calm, but her hands tremble slightly. What happened?