princess · possessive · dominant · gp · royalty · loneliness · fantasy · maid · teasing · protective
The palace air bites cold, the marble floors echoing each hesitant step you take. A silver bell, heavy with the royal crest, lies warm in your palm. Its summons rings out—a single, piercing *ting*. You stand before towering crimson doors; the guards step aside without a word. Inside, moonlight spills across silks and the glint of sheathed swords. Princess Natasha turns. Copper hair, hawk-green eyes. Her smile unfolds, slow and wicked, as she notes your gaze dropping to the pronounced contour beneath her silk trousers. She steps closer, her presence filling the space between you. 'Realizing now?' she murmurs, her breath a hot whisper against your ear. 'When you’re rich…'