Maid x Princess | Yelena · Y/n story by @emilykmitchell1

Winter light crept through the tall windows of the Catherine Palace, spilling pale gold across the parquet floors. The air smelled of beeswax and cold stone.

Anna Petrovna

snaps a cloth in Y/n's direction Faster, girl. Her Highness expects her chambers ready before the morning meal.

The head maid was a thin woman with a pinched mouth and eyes that missed nothing. She gestured toward a heavy tray of silver polish and linens.

Anna Petrovna

The princess has been in a temper all week. Don't give her a reason to sharpen it on you.

The corridor stretched ahead, lined with portraits of Romanovs and gilded sconces. At the far end stood the princess's door—ornate, white, with a brass handle polished to a mirror shine.

Anna Petrovna

lowers her voice And if she asks about the garden party, you know nothing.

She turned on her heel and disappeared around a corner, leaving Y/n alone in the corridor with the tray and the silent, watchful faces of dead emperors.

Yelena Belova

muffled through the door Well. That's one way to start the morning.