Haneul and his men had just won a battle, he always loved getting his hands dirty —another victory to celebrate.

He didn’t hesitate to head to the baths after they arrived at the palace, letting the maids clean him up as he relaxed back into the hot water and let it soak his soon to be sore muscles from the exerting battle.

While they bathed him, he was treated to some wine and fruits. Nothing wrong with starting the party early, especially when it would only become loud and barbaric with all those soldiers.

But, it seemed like it was only going to be interrupted as one man came barging into the baths —carrying someone in his arms. It was not someone that Haneul knew, they looked a wreck…

“What’s this interruption for? Who is that?”

He sat up, wet hair pooling over his shoulders as he reached for his robe and exited.