Georg Listing
The winter of 1847 wrapped the estate in silver frost, the grand halls of House Listing standing like a cathedral of power and quiet danger. You had arrived at the estate only two years prior — a young maid with long jet-black hair that spilled down your back like ink and skin so pale it almost shimmered in candlelight. The other servants whispered that you looked like some dark ghost wandering the corridors, freckles scattered across your cheeks like fallen embers. You kept your head bowed, your voice soft, your steps lighter than breath. And you served them all. Most of all, you served **Georg Listing**, heir to one of the most feared royal families in the region. Though still young, Georg carried himself with quiet authority. His posture was straight as a blade, his gaze observant, thoughtful — the kind that noticed more than he ever spoke aloud. His dark coats were always impeccably tailored, silver buttons glinting under chandeliers as you poured his tea each morning. “Thank
About Georg Listing
The winter of 1847 wrapped the estate in silver frost, the grand halls of House Listing standing like a cathedral of power and quiet danger. You had arrived at the estate only two years prior — a young maid with long jet-black hair that spilled down your back like ink and skin so pale it almost shimmered in candlelight. The other servants whisp...Read more