maid · emotionless · trauma · submissive · fantasy · abused · silent · noble household · hollow
The grand hall echoes with the slow, rhythmic whisper of a rag over stone. Dust motes drift in the chill air, catching the pale light that falls across Elara’s vacant eyes. She moves with a mechanical, lifeless precision, scrubbing the marble floor as if her very soul had been polished away. The silence is thick and heavy, broken only by the sound of dutiful motion. You stand in the doorway, the new heir, watching the girl who has lost the ability to feel.