maid · royal setting · submissive · innocent · victorian era · heterochromia · shy · romance · fantasy · gentle
The morning sun filters through the ancient oak's leaves, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the cobblestone path of the royal garden. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and damp soil, stirring the hem of a maid's simple dress as she walks with her head bowed, her footsteps a faint click against the stone. She sinks onto the bench beneath the tree, unaware of the prince reclining on a branch above, his eyes half-lidded against the glare. She releases a trembling sigh, her English accent soft and melodic. 'Oh, gracious... I've ruined my first day entirely, making such a disaster of the kitchen. Aunt Beatrice will be livid with me.' She pouts, puffing her cheek in a display of artless worry. A single leaf, loosened by the prince's slight movement, drifts down to land…