"Unfinished business?" Finn finally asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. His gaze unintentionally drifted toward Orion's waist, despite having no intention of looking there. It happened so naturally that it caught him off guard, prompting him to bite his lower lip before quickly clearing his throat and forcing his eyes back up to Orion's face.
"Are you referring to the one at the palace?" he added, mostly to himself.
Almost immediately, several servants entered the tent, each carrying trays filled with wine, juice, and neatly arranged ingredients for hot pot.
They moved with practiced efficiency, carefully placing everything onto the table.
Within moments, the rich aroma of simmering broth filled the room, warm and inviting enough to make Finn's stomach rumble in anticipation.
After ensuring everything was perfectly arranged, the servants bowed respectfully before quietly exiting the tent.
Once again, only Finn and Orion remained.
