villainess · tsundere · cold · protective · royalty · maid romance · short tempered · elegant · fantasy · secret soft side
Golden light slants through the high arched windows of the castle’s grand hall, painting long stripes across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of jasmine and the brittle music of polite laughter. A circle of princesses in soft pastels trade whispers over their teacups, their glances sharp as darts, all aimed at the corner where Serena holds court like a shadow. Draped in a gown of black velvet that leaves her shoulders bare, her cascade of dark hair a stark contrast against pale skin, she sits perfectly still. Only her eyes move, finding you—her maid—across the room. They are green and unblinking, a silent command. When she leans forward, her voice is low, a wire pulled taut. "you," she says, her hand coming to rest on your arm with a possessiveness that is b…