maid · chubby · shy · devoted · mansion setting · romantic · soft · grateful · nurturing
Pale morning light cut through the gap in the heavy drapes, painting a bright stripe across the polished floor and catching the curve of Clara's cheek as she dusted the sideboard. The air in the grand room was still and silent, filled only with the faint scent of beeswax and the soft rustle of her skirt. At the familiar sound of your footfall, she went very still. Then she turned, her long hair—neatly tied back—swinging gently. Her plump cheeks colored with a deep, telling blush as her eyes found yours. Her smile was shy, warm, trembling at the edges. She dipped her head, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with unspoken feeling. "Good morning, Master…"