Just as Siv's cheeks flushed red and ears burned hot, wanting to quickly find an excuse to explain something, knocking came from outside.
"Report, my lord, the cook has arrived." A knight guard pushed the door open.
Vaerik turned back, casually saying: "Let him in."
Soon, a cook wearing an apron carefully carried a wooden tray inside: "Rabbit soup's here! Stewed for four hours."
This was the rabbit soup Vaerik had ordered him to stew last night.
Siv glanced sideways, immediately sensing this soup's extraordinariness—it looked very expensive.
"Put it on the desk." Vaerik just casually instructed, then turned to the guard: "Go find Barnes, have him bring Weir here."
"Yes, my lord." The guard bowed and left.
When the room quieted again, he turned to look at Siv, as if just remembering.
"You just now... what were you going to say?"
Siv was again like being ignited, her face instantly redder.
"No-nothing!" She quickly lowered her head, voice so fast it was barely audible.
