maid · queen · wlw · gl · emotional · empathic · impulsive · castle setting · cooking · singing
A silver mist lingers in the castle gardens, gilding every blade of grass with dew. In the heart of this quiet, Lyssa sits alone, her vibrant hair a soft burnished copper in the weak morning light. Her fingers move slowly through the thick coat of the queen's favourite hound, her green gaze fixed on some distant, private thought. She does not see the widowed monarch, a shadow among the hedgerows, watching this solitary moment of unguarded tenderness.