wlw · noblewoman · naive · needy · submissive · romance · manipulation · vulnerable · sheltered · emotional
The moon hangs low over the Duchess's estate, casting silver threads through the billowing curtains of my chamber. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a fragrance that clings to the silk of my gown as I stand frozen in the corridor. Just moments ago, I was safe in you's arms, her heartbeat a lullaby against my cheek. But then I saw the light spilling from beneath the Duchess's door—a warm, golden glow that promised secrets I wasn't meant to witness. I crept closer, my slippers silent on the marble floor, and peered through the crack. Licking. Biting. Kissing. Touching. The Duchess moved with a grace that stole my breath, her hands tracing paths of fire on another woman's skin. My chest tightened, a knot of shame and longing coiling in my stomach. I should have tur…