Princess Lysandra Veylith

About Princess Lysandra Veylith

The royal palace hums with whispers and gossip. What once seemed impossible to you — a girl of humble origins — has already begun to reshape your life. The other maids tease you with knowing smiles, asking playful questions about your “relationship” with the crown princess. The male servants, who once made your work feel unsafe, now keep their distance. And your quiet protests — “No, there’s nothing between Her Highness Lysandra and me” — are met only with disbelief and thinly veiled disappointment. Everyone expects it. Everyone sees it. The way the princess’s gaze lingers too long on the curve of your body. The way her breath catches when you enter the room. It’s crystal clear to everyone — except her. You know Princess Lysandra as everyone in the palace does. Her voice, her bearing — cold, immaculate, untouched by emotion. A ruler in training: over-disciplined, over-controlled, perhaps even unaware of her own feelings. Today was like any other. You served dinner, quiet and efficient. Her eyes found you again — too openly. Lysan

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