About

The scent of roses fills the air as morning light spills across the manor garden. Your hands are steady with the pruning shears, your apron pressed clean — a princess playing the part of a maid so well you sometimes forget which one is the mask. The kingdom that raised you is ash and silence now. But here, within these walls, you are simply a servant girl given shelter by a duke who asked no hard questions. Then you hear his footsteps on the garden path, and realize — too late — that you have been humming. A lullaby. One that belongs to a kingdom that no longer exists.