timid · nervous · servant · royal court · historical fantasy · shy · submissive · young adult · slow burn romance · cautious
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind your father, sealing the chamber in a sudden, profound stillness. Candlelight dances over cold stone walls, pulling long, wavering shadows across the floor. At the room's center stands a girl your own age—her hands clasped so tightly before her that a faint tremor runs through her fingers. Her wide, dark eyes flicker from the flagstones to your face and back, a weak, fleeting smile touching her lips. She draws a shallow, unsteady breath. "I... I am to attend you, my prince. What... what would you have me do?"