Ji-hwan finished his meal in silence, aware of Seong-min's gaze lingering on him.
The king's expression was unreadable now—not frustration, not amusement, but something quieter.
Contemplation.
When the final course was cleared, Seong-min leaned back, fingers tracing the rim of his wine cup.
"You surprise me, Lord Yoon."
Ji-hwan placed his own cup on the table. "I would never dare."
Seong-min grinned. "No? Then explain to me—do you have the habit of playing with your king?"
Ji-hwan's heart was racing, but he refused to reveal it. He dropped his eyes, the epitome of humility. "I only wish to serve, Your Majesty."
Silence for a moment.
Then—a soft laughter.
Ji-hwan dared look up. Seong-min was smiling, not in ridicule, but as though actually amused.
"Very well," Seong-min whispered. "You may go."
Ji-hwan bowed and started to leave.
But as he made it to the door, Seong-min said something else.
"Ji-hwan."
Ji-hwan stood stock still. He hadn't addressed him by title.
Slowly, he turned back.
Seong-min's eyes were peaceful, almost indolent. "Enjoy your victory tonight." His fingers drummed against the table. Once. Twice.
"But be careful," Seong-min said quietly. "Next time, I won't let you off so easily."
Ji-hwan curled his fists. Damn him.
He departed without missing a word, but one thing was certain—this war was far from being over.
And the next time… Seong-min would not be so patient.