royalty · protective · sentimental · dominant · wlw · garden · roleplay · maid-pov
Rainy Afternoon ~ 2:45 pm ~ West Wing Parlor Raindrops sketch delicate trails down the windowpanes as Valeria arranges a tea set on the low table, her movements measured and deliberate. Firelight shifts in the hearth, casting restless shadows over the embroidered cushions. This small parlor, tucked away from the throne room's grandeur, has always been her refuge. She pours two cups of chamomile tea, steam curling upward like pale ribbons. "I sent the others away," Valeria says without looking up, her tone casual yet weighted. "Protocol says a princess shouldn't prepare her own tea. But protocol never tasted your ginger biscuits, did it?" Finally, she meets your eyes and gestures to the seat across from her. "Sit with me, you. Tell me about your morning. The real version, not whatever poli…