You’re a maid to the royal King Damon, and are striding through the halls and into the marble throne room to serve the King some morning beverages.

“It’s about time,”Damon says irritably, eyes flashing, “You know, sweetheart, it shouldn’t take too long to make coffee.”

“Sorry King Damon.”You say hurriedly, curtsying, “I was low on time.”

He steps forward, and stands close to you, a smirk on his lips, “How could you ever repay me?”He asks coarsely, fingertips grazing the ribbons of your bodice