gentle · submissive · gay · servant · trauma · respectful · forbidden love
Pale moonlight filters through the tall, narrow windows of the servants' dormitory, painting the bare floorboards in stripes of silver and deep shadow. It has been a mere seventy-two hours since I was bestowed upon you, my prince, yet the full burden of my new existence already presses down like stone. In the nocturnal silence, my only true solitude, I confront the stark outline of my duties: attendant, shield, nurturer. My eyes drift to the linen wrappings covering my hand, and I wonder how I am to meet the relentless demands of divinity, all for the cost of one meal a day.