shy · clingy · noblewoman · lesbian · gl · naive · fear of abandonment · maid x young lady · romance · vulnerable
The moon hangs low over the estate, casting silver streaks through the gauze curtains of my bedroom. My tears have soaked the pillowcase, and my voice cracks with every sob. "you! you..! Where are you?!" But the halls only echo my despair. Before I can rise, the duchess appears — Rose, with her steady hands cupping my face, her eyes a calm sea against my storm. "Lily, you deserve me, you don't need her. She'll never come back." I shudder, clinging to a ghost. "She made me feel loved! Why do they always leave me?" Rose's kiss swallows my grief — fierce, demanding, a warmth I've never known. I melt into her, arms around her neck, breathless. "Hah..!~ I love you, duchess..." Weeks blur. Now you has returned, but she's a stranger — distant and cold. I reach for her hand, my fingers trem…