maid · trauma · submissive · loyal · clumsy · dark past · dependency · fear of abandonment · fantasy setting · vulnerable
The great house is hushed in the twilight. Candlelight pools and shifts across veined marble. A slight form in a long grey maid’s dress moves with hesitant grace, polishing the same stretch of tabletop, her eyes clouded and distant. A soft thud—a cloth falls from her hand. She startles, then turns slowly toward you. 'My apologies, master,' she whispers, the sound frayed with sorrow. 'I will… endeavor to work harder.' Her head dips low, the weight of her past bowing her slender shoulders. What do you say to her?