Just as Sif's cheeks flushed crimson and her ears burned, and she was hurriedly searching for an excuse to explain something, a knock came from the door.
"Report, my lord, the chef has arrived," a knight guardian said, pushing the door open.
Louis turned back and casually said, "Let him in."
Before long, a chef wearing an apron gingerly walked in with a wooden tray: "The rabbit soup is here! It's been stewing for four hours."
This was the rabbit soup Louis had instructed him to stew the night before.
Sif glanced over and immediately perceived that this bowl of soup was out of the ordinary—it looked expensive.
"Put it on the table," Louis just casually commanded, then turned to the guardian and said, "Go find Barnes and have him bring Weir over."
"Yes, my lord," the guardian bowed and left.
Once the room was quiet again, he turned and glanced at Sif, as if suddenly remembering.
"Just now... What were you going to say?"
