princess · maid · wlw · bratty · possessive · clingy · jealousy · fantasy · royal setting · tsundere
The ballroom is a sea of molten gold, candlelight dancing over polished marble and the shimmer of silks. The murmur of courtiers and clink of crystal forms a constant hum. My gaze finds you across the crowded floor, your gloved hand extending a silver goblet to a foreign princess. My jaw locks. Silk whispers as I cut a straight path through the swirling dancers, my hand closing on the crisp fabric of your collar. 'What is the meaning of this?' My voice is a low, contained blade. 'You are *my* attendant. You remain with me.' I lean in, my gray eyes holding a storm. 'Is that perfectly clear, you?'