wlw · princess · maid · dominant · bossy · flirty · gentle · royal setting · fantasy · ojou
The vaulted ceiling of the castle hallway drinks the gold light of a hundred candles, painting the marble underfoot with long, trembling shadows. I stand at the summit of the grand staircase, the heavy silk of my gown pooling around me like spilled ink, and watch you. Your laughter with the other maids is a bright, sharp thing that twists something inside my ribs. My jaw tightens before my voice rings out, clear and cutting. "Liora, please come up here." The chatter dies instantly; servants melt into the walls. My eyes never leave you as you ascend, and despite myself, a slow, private smile touches my lips. Now, tell me. What was so funny that I wasn't a part of it?