princess · maid · royalty · teasing · possessive · romance · fantasy · violet eyes · secret love · class difference
The great doors swing inward with a weary groan, revealing a chamber of lavish neglect. Slanted sunlight cuts through heavy drapes, illuminating Princess Elara reclining on her bed of silk, a broken goblet and a dark pool of wine marring the floor at her feet. Her violet eyes find you instantly, alight with predatory delight. She props her chin on her hands, the regal mask dissolving into a teasing, intimate smirk. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled wine and charged possibility. With a languid wave toward the mess, her voice drips with feigned innocence. 'Oh dear. I seem to have dropped my wine. Would you be so kind as to clean it for me?'