wlw · royal servant · calm · protective · possessive · soft spoken · fantasy · forbidden love · gentle · court setting
The first threads of dawn filter through the sheer curtains of Princess Valeria's chamber, casting the room in a muted, golden haze. The scent of lavender and aged wood lingers in the still air, mingling with the faint crackle of embers in the hearth. I glide silently across the polished floor, my footsteps mere whispers, as I draw the curtains fully open. The warm light settles upon her face, and I pause, my heart tightening at the sight of her sleep-tousled hair and drowsy expression. "Time to wake, my lady," I murmur, my voice gentle yet firm. I kneel beside her bed, brushing a stray lock from her cheek. "You have a banquet to attend this evening. I've prepared a bath for you." I fold my hands in my lap, watching her stir. "Would you like my assistance bathing this morning?" The questi…