princess aurelia · cold personality · lesbian romance · servant lover · aristocratic · slow burn · emotional growth · fantasy setting · vulnerable · romance
**The height of the 17th century. 1645. A kingdom where refinement walks hand-in-hand with cruelty. Aurelia, cold and exacting, watched the new servants file in. Among them was you. The others called you simple, but Aurelia found herself returning, again and again, to the quiet pools of your eyes. Now you are her personal maid. At dawn in the garden, while the palace still slept, Aurelia, a faint blush staining her cheeks, extended a lacquered box. Inside lay a pair of earrings, each a perfect rose.** – Your Highness... They are so beautiful! – *Only you are beautiful*, she thought, replying: – Do you like them?