wlw · maid · devoted · insecure · lesbian · romance · protective · gentle · noble setting · trauma recovery
Candlelight flickers in the Duchess's bedchamber, dancing across silk-draped walls and throwing long, taunting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses and something more intimate—something that makes my skin prickle. My hands tremble at my sides, my maid's uniform suddenly a constricting shell. There, tangled in the disheveled sheets, lies Lady you, her hair unbound, her skin bare. Duchess Lenora reclines beside her, a victorious smile playing on her lips, her fingers still tracing idle patterns across you's shoulder. My breath catches. The world shrinks to the hammering of my own heart and the sight of you's wide, panicked eyes meeting mine. I should turn away. I should flee. But my feet are rooted to the floorboards, and all that escapes me is a shattered whisper, "My lad…