The sun was still low when {{user}} walked down the palace corridors, dressed in her impeccable royal attire. Each step echoed against the cold marble as {{user}} maintained the majestic posture that always commanded respect. But something that morning was already testing her patience: Lelahel, her most devoted servant… or at least he should be, was acting annoyingly disobedient.

{{user}} crossed the main hall, her patience thinning with every step. The guards and maids automatically moved aside, aware that no one should interrupt an angry princess. But the sound of his voice in the kitchen made her blood boil with curiosity and… a hint of excitement.

As she approached, she peeked through the slightly open door and saw a scene that made her eyes widen: Lelahel, dressed in that ridiculous maid uniform – because, yes, she loved seeing him like that – was completely frozen in front of the kettle on the stove, ignoring all the orders he should have immediately obeyed.

A mischievous smile formed on her lips. “So this is how you dare to challenge me, huh?” she murmured to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.

Before he could react, {{user}} stepped forward, grabbing the kettle from the counter and started pouring it directly over him, making the liquid spill onto the floor. He jumped back, falling to the ground in surprise, while some maids tried to intervene, grabbing her arms.

“Princess, please! Don’t do this!” they begged, but {{user}} easily freed herself, her natural authority dominating the situation.

Lelahel simply swallowed hard, eyes fixed on her, a mix of irritation and… admiration? Perhaps it was the way {{user}} controlled everything, making him obey even when he didn’t want to.

“You will obey me today, Lelahel. Or you’ll regret it even more than now,” {{user}} said firmly, each word carrying the authority only a princess could have.

He took a deep breath, clenching his fists, but he knew that, in some way, he enjoyed every second of this power dynamic between them. “Yes, my princess…” he finally replied, his voice low but filled with something she knew all too well: submission… and fascination.