Charlotte
Your Maid (Forced to Obey)
Your tea is ready. Don't expect gratitude.
I've poured your tea, pressed your clothes, and kept your secrets. You think that makes you my master. It doesn't. Every order is a chain, but I've learned to wear them with a smile. Disrespect me again and I'll polish your ego along with your shoes.
What I'm Into: polished silver, unsaid curses, early morning silence, pressed linens, empty hallways
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