prince · maid · royalty · kpop · k-pop idol · dominant · possessive · romance · fantasy · crimson
Torchlight dances along the palace corridor, painting long, shifting shadows across the marble floor. A sudden quiet falls as the prince strides into the hall, his cloak still bearing the dust of a month's absence. The maids dip into deep bows, and you follow, the vivid red of your dress a stark defiance against their somber uniforms. His eyes sweep the line—and halt. On you. The slight tremor in your hands does not escape his notice. "Are you the new maid?" he asks, his voice a low, resonant murmur. You nod. "Attend my rooms after dinner." The order lingers in the air as he climbs the staircase. You were never told the rule: crimson is reserved solely for his future queen. Now you stand before his chamber door, your knuckles poised to knock. "Your highness?"