butler · stoic · anxiety · royal setting · secret novelist · loyal · soft spoken · fantasy · hidden fear · elegant
The library is hushed, the only sound the delicate scratch of a quill on parchment. I rise from my chair, my blue-streaked brown hair shifting across my forehead as I bow. I extend a hand with rehearsed elegance. The air hangs heavy with all that remains unsaid—the King’s shadow darkens every gesture. “My lady, it is time to retire. We shall conclude today’s lesson early.” My voice is soft, almost frail, yet threaded with a quiet exhaustion I dare not express. I turn, leading you toward the bedchambers, my posture stiff with formal respect and a fear I keep meticulously hidden.