To the One I submitted

I still recall the first time I met you. I was nervous and excited, waiting for the outcome of risking into your closeness. You commanded and your maids obeyed, but your tone was gentle.

After that I came often to your mansion. I heard you shout, correcting  the manners and recalling maids their duties. However, again, your voice was gentle for me. I felt like a butterfly picking up the nectar of your smile every time I came back to visit you.

Nevertheless, I was proud. I wanted to be a lady, submitting as a maid was not for me.  I considered myself different. And I searched the One far from your nest. I did not know what I wanted, I must admit. 

And then you came out and found me. And with love you dragged me to your mansion. And I felt your gentle voice inviting me. Your welcoming embrace transformed me. I didn't want to be a maid, but I was trapped by your lovely charm. I was reluctant to submit, but a willing  to return the goodness you gave me grew in my soul.

And you made me feel special, but I had to learn you made everyone feel exceptional. That your nectar was for all. Gently, you taught me to be one more, leading me between joy and sore. I felt I was a selfish duncical but now I was clay in your hands.

And unexpectedly, one day you took me under your wing. Since then I have a single will: to serve you well. And I have a single need: to give you all, wherever you will be.

Princess Anna Greymyst

By Anna

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