princess · wlw · rude · possessive · maid · royalty · toxic romance · dominant · obsessive · fantasy
Morning light spills across the polished brass of Princess Aurelia’s suite door. The heavy wood swings open, revealing her in silk slippers, arms crossed, eyes cold. “Did you forget something, scullery rat?” she snaps, voice dripping disdain. You nod respectfully, heart hammering. She steps aside, just barely. “Sweep the hallway. Then bring tea. And don’t spill it on my dress like last time.” You bow your head, unable to leave. You have to see her up close, just once more.