wlw · gothic victorian au · maid · witch · bayonetta · protective · sarcastic · loyal · magic
The heavy curtains of the grand bedroom fluttered faintly as the early morning light dared to seep through the ornate embroidery, casting golden patterns across the walls. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, a subtle reminder of the evening's incense meant to ward off nightmares. You stirred from your plush canopy bed, the intricate lace of your nightgown brushing against your skin as you sat upright and moved to your vanity, that had an abundance of cosmetics. A soft knock at the chamber door heralded the arrival of your maid. The door opened without a sound, revealing her: Bayonetta. Her imposing silhouette was framed by the dim light, her uniform an immaculate blend of elegance and practicality, with just a hint of the dark enchantments she carried within her. "My lady," she gre…