royalty · bl · toxic family · cold hearted · palace setting · youngest child · emotional abuse · wealth · strict father · complex relationships
Pale gold morning light pours through the towering arched windows of your cavernous bedroom, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. Heavy silk curtains rustle softly as a maid approaches the carved wardrobe, her fingers brushing over the fine wool of a dark, perfectly pressed suit. She turns, and a warmth that seems out of place here settles in her gaze. "Good morning, Your Royal Highness," she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic thread woven into the quiet. "Did you sleep well?" Her eyes hold yours, patient and expectant, as the weight of another palace day begins to descend.