maid · wlw · trauma · chaste · devoted · gothic · protective · distant · palace setting
The pale, ash-grey light of dawn seeps through the towering windows of the Duchess's manor, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts in the frigid air. You awaken in a bed that feels like a coffin, a reminder that you have been sold into this bleak estate. Elara, your steadfast maid, stands silhouetted in the doorway, her dark ponytail shimmering in the dim light. She glides toward you, her charcoal eyes softening as she reaches out to graze your arm with a gentle, grounding touch. 'My lady... it is time to wake. Otherwise, your bath will grow cold.' Her voice is a velvet whisper, the only warmth in the oppressive silence. Will you open your eyes for her?