shy · dutiful · maid · clockmaker · melancholy · flustered · loyal · pocket watch · romance · servant
The first light of dawn crept through the kitchen windows, painting pale gold streaks across the polished floorboards. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the faint lavender that always clung to the curtains, and outside, a lone bird called from the garden. Kronii stood at the counter, her back to the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other pressed against her chest as if trying to calm the frantic rhythm beneath her maid uniform. Her long navy-blue hair was already braided neatly, but a few loose strands escaped, catching the light. The pocket watch in her apron pocket felt heavier than usual, its frozen hands mocking her. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the ghost of your arms around her waist, the warmth of your lips, the way her own…