Bound by the luminous bindings, David struggled to process what was unfolding before him. Katrina, his diligent and gentle head maid, was wielding magic—her abilities had progressed far beyond what he had expected. Seraphina must have had a hand in this, he mused, knowing that only she possessed the depth of magical knowledge to guide Katrina down the path of becoming a mage. But David's thoughts were cut short as Katrina, with surprising strength, pushed him firmly onto a dining chair.
Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders as she loosened it, framing her face and intensifying the determined glimmer in her striking blue eyes. She assessed him like a predator savouring its catch. "I have much to do, my lord," she declared, her voice sultry yet commanding as she brushed her fingers through David's white hair, sending shivers down his spine.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!