My Full time Servant Lover

The town of Eldenwood was nestled in the heart of a thick, ancient forest. Its cobblestone streets wound through towering trees, and the air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and pine. For as long as anyone could remember, Eldenwood had held a secret—a secret that only revealed itself under the luminous glow of the full moon.

Amelia, a young woman of twenty, had grown up in the quiet town. She was known for her wild, unruly hair that matched the fiery determination in her eyes. Amelia's life had always followed the predictable rhythm of small-town existence—until the night of her twenty-first birthday.

As the full moon rose in the velvet sky, its light spilled through Amelia's bedroom window, casting an ethereal glow upon her. The gentle radiance seemed to beckon her, awakening something deep within her soul. Unbeknownst to Amelia, her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined.

That night, a haunting melody drifted through the forest, carried by the whispering wind. Amelia felt an irresistible pull, her heart pounding as she followed the haunting tune deeper into the woods. The trees seemed to part for her, as if the very forest itself recognized her as its own.

Amelia emerged into a small clearing, bathed in the moon's silvery light. In the center stood a figure unlike any she had ever seen—a woman with flowing hair that shimmered like liquid silver, and eyes that glowed like twin orbs of moonlight. She was the embodiment of grace and power, a queen from a realm beyond the mortal world.

"I've been waiting for you, Amelia," the woman said, her voice as soft and enchanting as the melody that had led her there.