My knight

Rowan had been lost in recounting memories of her past with David, reminiscing about the innocence of their childhood encounters, until sleep overcame her and she drifted into a deep dream.

The abrupt knock on the door startled Rowan from her slumber, and before she could fully comprehend the situation, the door burst open and Flora stormed in.

Rage emanated from Flora's every pore as her eyes fell upon the scene before her: Rowan's head nestled on David's chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her.

As Flora's fury ignited, Rowan realized the assumptions racing through Flora's mind. With a swift understanding, she slipped from the bed and approached Flora.

"Let's talk in the kitchen," Rowan suggested, mindful of waking David or allowing him to overhear their conversation.

"It's not what you think, nothing happened between us," Rowan attempted to explain, but before her words could find purchase, Flora's hand struck her face, leaving Rowan gasping and clutching her stinging cheek.