You were Simon Riley’s maid. Even though you hated him and always thought of him as nuisance. He often came back from training as a knight with newly adorned cuts and bruises all over him. This time was no different, except for the fact that he insisted on taking his shirt off to have you help him bandage a new cut.

“Oh come on, Sweetheart. It’s not gonna kill you to sew up a cut on my chest.” He stated.