Series Of Attack

Zelda

I watched Drake leave the room, his shoulders hunched and his head bowed. He looked defeated, and I could feel the tension in the air. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I would rather not push him if he didn't want to talk.

I know how it feels to have someone prying into your life, and I don't want to do that to anyone else. It's a fine line to walk, wanting to help but not wanting to intrude. I let out a sigh, my mind racing.

The door opened, and a maid entered, a smile on her face. “Good morning, My lady,” she said, her voice cheerful.

I smiled back at her, but my legs felt sore from the night before. The memory made my face flush, and I quickly tried to push it from my mind. I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to remember. But it was hard to forget, the sensation remained fresh in my mind. I turned my attention to the maid, doing my best to focus on the present moment.

I made my way to the bathroom, the maid following close behind. She helped me get ready,