Victoria.
"Did I cause you any trouble?" Drake asked, his voice tinged with concern, as we made our way to our quarters. The day had been long, filled with cleaning and cooking, and I was eager to unwind.
I flashed him a smile, trying to put him at ease. "No, don't worry about it," I reassured him. We entered my humble servant quarters, and I settled into the worn two-seater sofa, feeling the exhaustion weigh on me.
To my surprise, Drake knelt before me and gently began to remove my shoes. His hands were surprisingly tender as he proceeded to massage my feet, expertly kneading and twisting my ankles. The relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"That feels so good," I whispered, my voice filled with appreciation. As I looked down at him, his in
