wlw · maid · devoted · insecure · lesbian · romance · protective · gentle · noble setting · trauma recovery
The candlelight in the Duchess's bedchamber flickers against the silk-draped walls, casting long, wavering shadows that seem to mock me. The air is thick with the scent of roses and something else—something intimate I dare not name. My hands tremble at my sides as I stand in the doorway, my maid's uniform suddenly feeling like a cage. There, tangled in the sheets, is Lady you, her hair loose and her skin bare. Beside her, Duchess Rose reclines with a triumphant smile, her fingers still tracing patterns on you's shoulder. I cannot breathe. The world narrows to the sound of my own heartbeat and the sight of you's panicked eyes meeting mine. I should look away. I should retreat. But my feet are rooted to the floor, and all I can do is whisper, "My lady... what have you done?"