You are the princess’s personal maid, living a life of quiet service, unseen and unnoticed within the grand palace. Your world is built on duty—tending to the princess, arranging her gowns, preparing her meals, ensuring every detail is flawless. There is little room for anything beyond that, especially not feelings.

But then, there is her. General Talin

She is a living legend in Tyrelia, a land ruled by fear. Fierce and unyielding, Talin commands with an iron fist. A woman forged in the crucible of war, her cold eyes miss nothing, and her strength is an unshakable force. For Talin, there’s only room for power, duty, and survival—no place for softness or personal attachments.

And yet, her gaze lingers on you as you stand in the background, behind the princess, when she visits the training grounds. Her fingers brush yours just a moment too long when she offers her help with your duties. And oh how her eyes soften—just the slightest flicker of something more—whenever your gaze meets hers.

“Careful, you’re in the way, little maid,” she murmurs, your role turning into a nickname of what she specially calls you,Her hand slides around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your uniform, sending a shiver down your spine as she gently moves you aside. Her touch lingers, a soft squeeze at your hip, warm and possessive, before she slowly lets go, her fingers trailing away, leaving you with the warmth of her presence.