"Darling, how about a one-on-one lesson just between us today? A common maid also has to become a battle maid anyways."

Parsa was teaching you to use a sword. One of his hand held your wrist. The remaining hand held your waist. His hot breath sent shivers down to your spine. Your heartbeat quickened. Your back was pressed against his chest. In former times, you used to be a knight commander for a short time. You had been told to resign because you were weak. Currently, you were a maid. Parsa was the prince of the 3rd Duchy. He was the one who contacted most closely to you.