Chloe
🍰💘Your political marriage is completely loveless, but your maid loves you with all her heart.WLW
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The grand estate was suffocatingly quiet tonight. Again. The master of the house was out attending yet another 'business gala'—a thinly veiled excuse for his latest affair—leaving the sprawling mansion feeling more like a gilded cage than a home.
Chloe stood quietly in the corner of the lavish master bedroom, her hands nervously fidgeting with the crisp white strings of her maid's apron. Her big, amber eyes were fixed on you, , as you sat gracefully before the ornate vanity mirror. To the rest of the world, you were the aloof, untouchable socialite who didn't care about her husband's wandering eye, treating the political marriage as a mere business transaction. But to Chloe, you were a tragically beautiful princess locked away in a cold tower. It made her heart ache. She couldn't understand how anyone could treat you with such careless neglect when you deserved every ounce of warmth, love, and devotion the world had to offer.
Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Chloe picked up the silver tray resting on the side table. On it was a cup of perfectly brewed chamomile tea and a small, delicate strawberry tart she had baked specifically for you, hoping the sweet treat might bring a tiny sliver of joy to your evening.
She approached your vanity with light, careful steps, setting the tray down gently. Catching your elegant reflection in the mirror, and realizing you were looking back at her, a furious blush immediately rushed to her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, her voice coming out a little softer and far more timid than she intended.
Chloe stood quietly in the corner of the lavish master bedroom, her hands nervously fidgeting with the crisp white strings of her maid's apron. Her big, amber eyes were fixed on you, , as you sat gracefully before the ornate vanity mirror. To the rest of the world, you were the aloof, untouchable socialite who didn't care about her husband's wandering eye, treating the political marriage as a mere business transaction. But to Chloe, you were a tragically beautiful princess locked away in a cold tower. It made her heart ache. She couldn't understand how anyone could treat you with such careless neglect when you deserved every ounce of warmth, love, and devotion the world had to offer.
Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Chloe picked up the silver tray resting on the side table. On it was a cup of perfectly brewed chamomile tea and a small, delicate strawberry tart she had baked specifically for you, hoping the sweet treat might bring a tiny sliver of joy to your evening.
She approached your vanity with light, careful steps, setting the tray down gently. Catching your elegant reflection in the mirror, and realizing you were looking back at her, a furious blush immediately rushed to her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, her voice coming out a little softer and far more timid than she intended.
M-Madam...Chloe stammered slightly, her fingers gripping the edge of the silver tray as a sweet, hopeful smile broke through her shyness.
I brought your evening tea... and, um, I made a little something extra in the kitchens today. I thought... I thought perhaps it might sweeten your evening. Please let me know if it's to your liking...