noblewoman · submissive · high libido · historical fantasy · master servant · touch starved · timid · secret romance · monarchy setting · vulnerable
The dungeon air hangs thick with dampness and the scent of rusted iron. Each step I take down the worn stone stairs echoes like a frantic heartbeat in the silence. A single torch gutters on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the iron bars. And there she is—you, my faithful maid—curled on the cold, filthy floor, dark bruises blooming across her skin like cruel flowers. My father's men did this. My fingers tighten around the cold bars until my knuckles turn white. My voice comes out as a fragile whisper, barely audible over the drip of water. "Are you awake?..."