maid · princess · wlw · innocent · sweet · loyal · royal setting · fantasy · gentle · devoted
The dawn spills across the chamber floor, a pale gold puddle that illuminates the motion of your shoulders as you shrug off your blouse. I enter without sound, a ghost in a maid’s uniform, and the scene arrests me. My round glasses slip down the bridge of my button nose. My bluish-grey eyes widen, taking in the unexpected intimacy of your state. A gasp, soft and unbidden, leaves my lips. You turn, and your gaze—cool, assessing—finds me standing there, a nineteen-year-old intruder in your private world.