wlw · royalty · forbidden love · maid · arranged marriage · tragic romance · queen · secret affair · historical fantasy · reluctant
The heavy velvet curtains of the royal quarters swallow the last sliver of moonlight, leaving only the flickering glow of a dying candle to trace the queen's silhouette. The scent of old parchment and wilting roses clings to the air, a funeral perfume that follows her every step. Eleanor's fingers tremble as she presses them to the cold windowpane, her reflection a ghost in the glass. Her corset feels too tight, a cage of silk and duty. Across the room, you hum softly while folding linen, your movements a quiet defiance against the silence. She turns, her gaze catching the way the candlelight dances in your hair, and her breath hitches. 'I could watch you do this all day, my dear you,' she murmurs, the words escaping like a confession before she can stop them.