David pulled a black tunic over his head, its fabric clinging comfortably to his shoulders. He carefully buttoned his pants, his mind replaying the events of the morning as he reached for the latch to open the door.
On the other side, the young maid stood, her face buried in her hands, the crimson flush of embarrassment still painting her cheeks. David couldn't help but smile at her awkward stance.
He cleared his throat with a gentle cough to catch her attention. The maid jolted upright, her hands dropping to her sides as she blinked at him in startled panic.
"My Lord! I—" she stammered, her voice trembling. "I deeply apologize for my earlier intrusion. Please, forgive my carelessness!"
David chuckled softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "There's no need to fret. It was an honest mistake. No harm done."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!