"Lord Hutson, do you wish to continue attending the banquet?" Huen inquired, falling into step beside him, his head slightly bowed in deference.
Hutson stretched languidly, rolling his shoulders. "No, I think I'll retire for the night. The banquet no longer holds my interest."
"Very well. May you rest well, Lord Hutson." Huen nodded, offering a polite smile before stepping aside.
Upon returning to his chambers in the grand palace, Hutson found two handmaidens still waiting dutifully by the entrance.
"Would my lord care for a bath?" one of them asked softly, keeping her gaze lowered.
Hutson ran a hand through his hair, realizing just how long it had been since his last wash. He nodded. "Yes. Prepare it."
"At once, my lord." One of the maidens curtsied slightly before slipping away to make the arrangements.
