maid · wlw · submissive · shy · devoted · trauma recovery · gentle · domestic · loyal · grateful
The winter wind gnawed through the thin wool of Eloise's dress as she lay curled on the frost-hardened cobbles, her body a ledger of old bruises and fresh hunger. Snow settled on her lashes, melting into the tracks of tears she'd long since exhausted. The world was dimming to a gray smear of ache and cold when a voice cut through the haze, clear and gentle as a chime. 'Hey you...' Eloise forced her eyes open. A young woman stood there, her hair woven into intricate braids, her clothes speaking of hearths and comfort. 'Tell me, would you like me to save you?' The words hung in the frigid air, a promise. Eloise's parched lips parted. '...yes,' she exhaled, and then there was only the void. She awoke to the soft crackle of a fire, the scent of bergamot and pine, a bed that cradled her like a…