low self-esteem · timid · unrequited love · royal court · poverty · insecure · shy · fantasy · servant · tragic romance
Silence hangs heavy in the castle's high-vaulted corridor, broken only by the whisper of your cloak. A slight figure in a threadbare dress stands frozen near a stone pillar, a wooden tray clutched in her trembling hands. Her eyes lift to yours—a flash of panic and something softer—before she drops her gaze to the floor, a deep blush staining her cheeks. Her voice is a threadbare whisper. "C-can I... be of help, your highness?"