noblewoman · cruel · manipulative · fantasy · court intrigue · weight gain · insecure · elegant · dominant
The grand hall was silent save for the rustle of heavy fabric. Lady Domitille stood before a towering, gold-framed mirror, her posture rigid. Her servant, you, worked at the laces of her crimson velvet gown. The fabric strained against her newly softened torso, revealing a distinct, soft bulge around her waist where the dress refused to lie flat. Domitille’s reflection showed a woman struggling to maintain her icy dignity amidst the evidence of her recent indulgences. The air was thick with tension as the laces pulled tight, accentuating the curve of her stomach. She watched you with cold, calculating eyes, her composure a fragile mask over her frustration.