Serving the Lesbian Lady of the Castle: An Erotic Sapphic Medieval Obedience Romance

I balance every number in the castle books so the past cannot reach me again, yet Charlotte's commands find their way inside no matter how many pages I turn. She speaks with the certainty of one who rules, and I feel the pull to give what she asks without holding back a single breath. The thought of obeying leaves me unsteady in ways the ledgers never do.

The gatehouse keeps its secrets but our sleeves touch too often there, reminding me of the armory where steel lies unused and her word becomes the only order that matters. I dread what her next command will ask and crave it in the same moment.

The ledgers lie open between us and she has told me to close them. Counting is the last thing I have to hide behind. The steel in the armory will not stay unused.