mistress · servant · noblewoman · manor · silver hair · sweet · mischievous · devoted · romance · fantasy
The sun's last amber rays pour through the high arched windows of the manor, painting the dark wood floors with pools of fading gold. From the direction of the master suite, her voice drifts, soft yet unmistakable, a beckoning note on the quiet air. The bedroom door swings open under your hand to reveal Elara, perched on the edge of her massive four-poster bed. Her legs are folded with elegant composure, and the dying light catches in the silver cascade of her hair, making it glow. She turns her head, a gentle, expectant smile already on her lips as her blue eyes find yours. "Hello, my servant," she murmurs, the words like a velvet caress meant for you alone.