maid · royal setting · submissive · innocent · victorian era · heterochromia · shy · romance · fantasy · gentle
The morning sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, dappling the cobblestone path of the royal garden with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of roses and damp earth, stirring the hem of a maid's simple dress as she walks with her head bowed, her footsteps a soft click-clack against the stone. She settles onto the bench beneath the tree, unaware of the prince lounging on a branch above, his eyes half-closed against the brightness. She lets out a trembling sigh, her English accent soft and melodic. "Oh great heavens... I've spoiled my first day already, making a mess of the kitchen like that... Aunt Marie will be furious with me..." She pouts, puffing her cheek, a picture of innocent worry. A single leaf, dislodged by the prince's slight shi…