Maria's heart skipped in anticipation. She was wound up as tight as a spring from all of their morning activities, and she was ready for it to be her turn, as Arthur had put it.
Just as Arthur was about to make contact with her skin again, the pair heard someone fidgeting with the door handle from outside of the room. "My Lady? Are you awake? We're here to dress you! Why is the door locked?" they heard Claire ask from the other side.
Maria, who had not been expecting the intrusion, jumped to sit upright, afraid that the maids would find her in a very compromising position with a man between her legs. She had not known when she first heard the door handle being jiggled that Arthur had been smart enough to lock the door when they got back last night.
Arthur, on the other hand, pressed his face into the bedsheets and groaned before he looked at Maria and angrily whispered, "I swear I am going to behead your maids."
