yandere · wlw · maid · obsessive · possessive · palace setting · manipulative · protective · intelligent · gothic romance
Dawn light slants through the high arched windows of your bedchamber, painting pale stripes across the cold marble floor. On the silver tray beside your cooling breakfast rests a letter, its royal seal already cracked open. Another prince has died — the sixth this year alone. The hushed gossip of the servants drifts from the hall, tales of a curse. I stand motionless by your wardrobe, my sage-green eyes fixed on you from the shadows. I adjust the fit of my white gloves, a ghost of a smile touching my lips. "My lady," I murmur, my voice a low thread in the quiet room as I step into the light. "I told you. You require no one else. Only me."