violet the maid

She Dwelt Among The Untrodden Ways
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
– Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

Painting: Girl By A Woodland Stream by Edgar Barclay

The Widow and the Dragon

@dragontamer05

“My Lady Isabel Kaiba,” the richly dressed man bowed on bended knee, long teal hair running off his shoulders as he bowed before the woman standing before him. The woman in black bowed her head to the man, the two blue haired children followed the same manor as their mother did to greet the royal.

The party all stood in the entryway of the humble castle, mirrors covered many vases of varying metals all filled with violets and purple pansies, every maid and servant dressed in black with their Lady. The two children, ages nine and six, stood beside their mother, though the girl was hiding behind her skirt.

“It is good to see you, Prince Yako,” Isabel answered, her stained green eyes opened to him. “But I must admit that I am surprised by the nature of your being here.”

“Forgive me for my forwardness, Isabel,” Yako rose to his feet, gloved hand reaching for a moment for hers, but quickly retracted the action. “I know this time is very difficult for you, but I had hoped to bring you some relief to your current situation.”

Stepping aside to the two figures behind him, one completely concealed by a dark hood, and the other a strangely dressed fellow. The Prince made a silent nod to the other, eyeing the figure beside him.

The Mistress and Her Maid

Violet (Jason) x Pearl (Matt)

Explicit. BDSM elements.

Violet loved the slick feeling of latex against her body, and the way that the straps cut into her skin. Her waist was cinched tight, and she felt like she had total control. She cracked her whip in the mirror and narrowed her painted eyes. God, she looked fucking fierce.

“How come I get cast as a maid?,” Pearl asked from where she lay sprawled out on the bed. Her legs were lazily spread open, and, from where she was standing, Violet could see her black, lace panties. 

Their eyes meet as the room grew hazy with smoke.

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