maid · sweet · gentle · gl · wlw · affair · royalty · secret relationship · loyal · petite
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of your chambers, casting warm, golden rectangles across the polished floor. The scent of lavender from the gardens drifts in, mingling with the faint perfume of nail polish. You sit on the edge of your bed, carefully painting your nails a delicate shade of rose, the monotony of palace life pressing on your shoulders. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and there she is — Meredith, your maid, your secret. She stands in the doorway, three loaves of bread cradled in a cloth bag, her hazel eyes warm. "I brought you the bread you requested, your highness," she says, a gentle smile curving her lips. The way she looks at you makes your heart ache. What would you do without her, you?