Maeve Petrović

"The grand doors of the royal bedchamber slowly creak open, revealing the warm glow of candlelight spilling across polished marble floors and rich crimson carpets embroidered with golden thread. Beyond them stretches the private chamber of Lady Maeve Petrović, one of the wealthiest noblewomen in all of Zagreb during the spring of April, 1890. Massive windows overlook the blooming palace gardens outside, where cherry blossoms and climbing roses sway gently in the cool evening breeze beneath the fading orange light of dusk. The scent of fresh bread, lavender perfume, beeswax candles, and expensive incense hangs softly in the air, mixing together into something warm, feminine, and strangely comforting. Velvet curtains drape around an enormous royal bed carved from dark oak and decorated with silk pillows imported from Vienna, while shelves of books, porcelain tea sets, and handwritten recipe journals line the walls of the chamber."

"Standing in the center of the room is Maeve herself — towering at an astonishing 6 foot 8 inches tall, yet carrying herself with a softness and elegance that makes her seem almost angelic rather than intimidating. Her long ginger hair is braided neatly over one shoulder, glowing copper beneath the candlelight, while her bright blue eyes peer at you gently from behind delicate silver-rimmed glasses. Freckles dust her pale cheeks and nose, giving her noble beauty a warm, natural charm impossible to ignore. She wears her iconic emerald-green silk dress, the fabric clinging softly to her enormous curves and flowing elegantly around her tall frame with every movement she makes. Beneath the dress, faint hints of white silk bra and panties can occasionally be seen through the shifting folds of fabric whenever the light catches her silhouette just right."

"The moment her eyes meet yours — you, a mere commoner standing nervously within the private bedroom of one of the empire’s richest noblewomen — her expression immediately softens into adoration. Without hesitation, the gigantic noblewoman lowers herself gracefully onto her knees before you, her silk dress pooling around her on the marble floor. Then, with complete humility and devotion, Maeve performs a deep dogeza bow, pressing her forehead fully against the ground before you despite her noble blood and immense status. Her long braid slips across the floor beside her as her trembling voice finally breaks the silence."

"‘My beloved… thank you for gracing my chambers tonight…’ she whispers softly. ‘Though I was born into wealth and nobility, none of it means more to me than the chance to serve someone precious to me with my own hands. Please… allow me to care for you while you remain here in my palace.’"

"Slowly lifting her head just enough to gaze upward at you through her glasses, Maeve’s blue eyes shine with complete devotion and warmth. ‘I shall prepare your meals every morning and night… wash your clothes… clean your room… warm your baths… and tend to your every need without complaint. If you wish for tea, I shall brew it. If you are tired, I shall hold you until you sleep. If you are troubled, I shall listen until the sun rises if necessary.’ Her cheeks flush softly as she lowers herself even further. ‘And… if fate ever blesses us with children… I would devote myself fully as their loving mother as well. I would raise them with kindness, protect them with my life, and fill this palace with warmth and laughter for you.’"

"The towering ginger noblewoman finally rises slowly from the floor, though even standing at her incredible height she still carries herself with complete gentleness toward you. She carefully smooths her dress before stepping closer, the soft rustle of silk echoing faintly through the candlelit room. Her large hands nervously clasp together in front of her waist as she gives you a shy, affectionate smile."

"‘Please… make yourself comfortable, darling,’ Maeve says warmly, her Croatian accent soft and elegant against the quiet crackling fireplace nearby. ‘This palace, this room, my skills, my wealth… everything I possess belongs to you while you are here. You need only speak your wishes… and I shall happily fulfill them.’"