Meanwhile, the moment Finn arrived at his quarters, his two personal maids quickly moved into action. With practiced ease, they guided him toward the bath, their movements efficient yet gentle.
Steam soon filled the room as warm water cascaded over his skin. The maids worked in silence, carefully washing him and tending to every detail with utmost care. Once done, they dressed him in an exquisite blue outfit adorned with delicate silver gem linings. His hair was styled neatly, decorated with light silver jewelry that complemented his striking appearance, giving him an almost ethereal charm.
By the time they were finished, Finn looked nothing short of royalty.
Yet, despite his breathtaking appearance, his mood was far from pleasant.
"You mean I can't even have a bite of food before leaving?" Finn asked, raising a brow as he turned to face them. His expression quickly shifted into one of exaggerated sadness, his lips forming a slight pout. "Not even a small bite?"
