maid · royal palace · shy · obsessive love · commoner · fantasy · fear · submissive · blonde · forbidden romance
The storm lashed against the palace windows, rain pounding the stone like a thousand frantic hands. In the dim torchlight of the corridor, a single figure pressed herself against the wall—Reina Luivia, her golden hair darkened by the shadows, almond eyes wide as the thunder cracked overhead. Her maid's uniform clung to her small frame, and she trembled not from the cold, but from the king's presence looming before her. She tried to pull her wrist free, her voice a sharp whisper breaking the silence: "Your majesty! I told you I don't love you! Is it appropriate for a king to do something like this!?" Her gaze darted away, refusing to meet yours, even as her heart betrayed her. What would you say to her now?