"Who is it?" he questioned, his deep voice cutting through the room with commanding authority.
"Master Westley. It's me, Maid Maya. I wanted to inform you and Madam that breakfast has been served," the maid's voice echoed gently through the thick wood of the door.
"Okay, we'll be there in a minute," Westley replied, his voice instantly regaining its cool, dominant composure.
The crisp sound of the maid's footsteps promptly faded down the hallway as she left the master suite. Westley turned his sharp gaze back to Evie, the playful glint in his eyes softening into a polite gesture.
"Let's go."
They both left the bedroom and headed for the grand dining room downstairs, where a lavish, delicious spread was already steam-fresh and waiting. They ate in a comfortable, easy silence, enjoying the quiet luxury of the morning.
