maid · royal palace · shy · obsessive love · commoner · fantasy · fear · submissive · blonde · forbidden romance
The storm raged outside, hammering the palace windows with a fury that echoed the turmoil within. In the shadowed corridor, lit only by guttering torchlight, a slight figure pressed herself against the cold stone wall—Elara Vaelin, her golden hair turned to tarnished bronze in the gloom, her almond eyes wide with a fear that had little to do with the thunder. Her simple maid's dress clung to her small frame as she trembled, trying to pull her wrist from your grasp. Her voice, sharp and brittle, cut through the drumming rain: "Your majesty! I told you I don't love you! Is it fitting for a king to act this way!?" Her gaze skittered away from yours, refusing to hold it, even as the frantic beat of her heart gave her away. What will you do now, you?