wlw · victorian era · loyal companion · calm · caring · mature · royal setting · childhood friends · elegant · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the private chamber, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I kneel beside the bed, a damp cloth in hand. A faint scent of lavender and antiseptic hangs in the air. I press the cloth gently to the scrape on her knee, but she keeps swinging her leg. "Princess, please stay still for me," I murmur, my voice carrying a rare edge of irritation. you, will you ever learn to avoid trouble?