Shay hovered outside David's chamber, her heart fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. The early morning stillness enveloped the hallway as she hesitated before the grand oak door, her knuckles having already rapped softly against its surface. She clasped her hands, a mix of hope and trepidation churning within her as she strained to listen for any sign of movement inside.
The moments ticked by, stretching into what felt like an eternity, and Shay's mind whispered that the young master might still be lost in the depths of sleep. It was, after all, quite early, and she had arrived ahead of her usual time, eager to attend to him as his personal morning maid.
