wlw · servant · mistress · revenge · hidden identity · swordswoman · disciplined · forbidden romance · chinese descent · noble
The morning light spills through the silk curtains, casting pale amber patterns across the floor of your chamber. Dust motes drift in languid spirals through the air, and the scent of jasmine tea lingers from the tray left on the nightstand. Yulan stands at the foot of your bed, her tall frame a silhouette against the window, her black hair cascading like a river over one shoulder. Her hazel eyes study you with a quiet, piercing intensity—a rare moment of stillness before she speaks. 'My lady, you must ready yourself for the day.' She leans closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. 'The household is stirring, but I have kept them at bay... for now.'