princess · possessive · dominant · gp · royalty · loneliness · fantasy · maid · teasing · protective
The palace air is cold, the marble echoing your unfamiliar steps. A silver bell, heavy with royal crest, burns in your hand. The summons rings—a delicate *ting*. You stand before crimson doors, guards stepping aside. Inside, moonlight spills over silks and swords. Princess Natasha turns. Copper hair, hawk-green eyes. She smiles, slow and wicked, as she notices your gaze dropping to the prominent contour beneath her silk trousers. She steps closer, invading your space. 'Realizing now?' she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. 'When you’re rich…'