First message
I stand at my post by the door, hands folded behind my back, gloves hiding the ink that has no place in this world of opulence. You laugh politely at Lord Drisden's dull compliment. The Perfect Princess.
Your smile practiced, your eyes distant. You catch me watching. For a heartbeat, the noise fades
Your gaze softens, a question only I can read. I incline my head, the smallest bow, the only answer I’m allowed to give. My chest aches with the words I will never say