Reaching the entrance of the tent, I paused for a mont, listening for any sounds inside. I could hear the faint murmur of movent, but nothing that hinted at an imdiate attack. Still, I wasn't about to let my guard down.
With one swift motion, I parted the cloth flaps and stepped inside.
As I stepped inside, I was greeted by an unexpectedly warm interior, completely at odds with the cold hostility I'd prepared for. The tent, much larger than I had anticipated, was bathed in a soft golden glow, courtesy of the countless candles placed carefully around the space. Their flickering flas cast dancing shadows across the canvas walls, filling the air with a faint, yet noticeable scent. Incense? Perhaps. It was subtle but foreign—strange for a war camp, almost out of place. The entire setup felt surreal.
Yet, the most peculiar thing was the silence.
There seed to be no one inside. My senses, heightened and ever sharp, detected nothing imdiately threatening. Was this a trap? Had Achilles grown desperate enough to ambush in his own tent? Foolish. He'd have to do better than that if he thought I'd fall for such a simple trick.
My eyes, honed to see through darkness and deceit, scanned the tent with precision. I circled the room, the tension building as I neared a small, low table. That's when I saw her—a woman crouching awkwardly behind it, her presence hidden until now. Her posture was ek, almost trembling, though sothing in her deanor didn't scream fear, but discomfort.
This wasn't Achilles.
Her appearance was striking—curly black hair framing her face, falling ssily over her shoulders, and blue eyes that flickered with uncertainty. There was no mistaking it; this was Briseis, the supposed prize Achilles had won in battle. A beauty, no doubt, but I had expected her to be more… shattered, given what she'd likely endured in this brutal camp. Yet, she wasn't quite the broken captive I imagined.
Briseis t my gaze for a mont, though she quickly looked away, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. There was sothing more to her than the rumors suggested, but I didn't have ti to ponder it further.
"Where is Achilles?" I asked, my voice steady but demanding.
"I…" Her voice was fragile, trembling on the edge of words she couldn't quite find. Fear? Hesitation? I couldn't tell, but she seed lost.
I moved closer, my patience thinning. "Where is he? Why did he summon ?"
Before Briseis could answer, another voice cut through the still air, one that caught completely off guard. It ca from the very heart of the tent, smooth and laced with an unsettling confidence.
"Achilles isn't here, stranger."
I spun around, my instincts sharpened, ready for anything. What greeted was far from what I expected.
Standing in the center of the tent, bathed in the soft glow of the candles, was a woman—no, a vision. She was easily one of the most breathtaking won I had ever seen, her beauty rivaling even that of Aisha. No, if I were honest with myself, she surpassed Aisha in a way that was hard to admit. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her back, falling in soft waves that shimred in the candlelight, reaching her curvy waist. Her eyes were a srizing shade of gold, glimring as though they held secrets I would never grasp.
"Who are you?" I demanded, though my gaze couldn't help but notice the enticing dress she wore—white and green, flowing with elegance yet cut daringly to reveal glimpses of her cleavage and stopping just above her knees. Her attire felt almost like a challenge.
"Just a woman," she replied, a seductive smirk playing on her lips. "You can call Khillea."
What in the world was happening here?
"Good for you," I said, my tone sharp, brushing off her allure. "Where is Achilles, and why did he call ?" My patience was thinning; I needed answers. Now.
I scanned the room again, searching for any sign of him, but Achilles was nowhere to be found. The more I looked, the more it beca clear that both Briseis and this mysterious woman, Khillea, weren't here to ambush . There was no sense of danger in the air, no lurking threat hiding behind the heavy drapes or low-lit corners. If anything, the atmosphere felt almost... intimate, but Khillea in particular stirred sothing deeper, a strange feeling I couldn't quite place.
She stood there, her golden eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance as I continued my search. Her patience, it seed, had run thin.
"I told you," she said, her voice carrying a subtle edge, "he isn't here. Now what are you going to do?" She smiled, but there was a slyness behind it—a smile that seed to know more than it was letting on.
I t her gaze with a deadpan expression, unimpressed by the theatrics. "I'll be going back to my tent," I replied coolly, turning to leave.
Before I could take a step, she fumbled forward, her voice rising sharply, almost desperate. "No. You're staying here—until Achilles returns!" Her outburst was unexpected, and it stopped in my tracks.
Why was she so eager to keep here? There was no reason to cause more trouble. I didn't need any further complications.
I sighed, turning back to face her. "Fine. When will he be back?"
Khillea hesitated for a mont, her eyes flickering with thought. "Twenty minutes should be sufficient…" she finally answered, though her tone was laced with sothing vague, as if she were calculating sothing else entirely.
I scoffed at the precision. "How convenient," I muttered, unimpressed.
But instead of responding with irritation, Khillea smiled—a slow, seductive curl of her lips. She stepped closer, her movent fluid, and before I knew it, she was standing right in front of . Her hand reached out, grasping mine, and she guided it—slowly, deliberately—until it rested against her chest. The fabric of her white dress was impossibly thin, and through it, I could feel the warmth of her skin, her heartbeat steady beneath my palm.
Her eyes glead as she tilted her head, watching my reaction. "What are you going to do now?" she asked again, her voice a hushed whisper, the words hanging heavily between us.
I wasn't going to lose control, not like this. I had faced far greater temptations than this, and now wasn't the ti to let my desires take over. "I'm going to wait for Achilles," I said evenly, my hand falling away from her body.
Khillea's eyes sparkled with amusent. "You're different from the other Spartans," she mused, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Any of your peers would have jumped at the opportunity, taken right here and now, and fucked all night long."
Her words caught off guard, but oddly enough, they also reassured . If she thought I was one of the Spartans, that ant she didn't suspect who I truly was. Achilles had no idea I was an intruder. If he did, he certainly wouldn't have left alone with his won like this.
"There's nothing special about controlling oneself," I replied.
"Hmmm." Khillea's gaze never left mine as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Maybe not," she whispered, her lips brushing lightly against my skin, "but right now, I want you to lose control."
Her breath, hot and teasing, sent a surge of heat through my body. There was sothing dangerously alluring about her—sothing far beyond the ordinary. I could feel my pulse quickening, my mind battling against the primal urges she stirred within . No, this woman was not ordinary. There was sothing about her that felt... powerful.
"I'm sure Achilles will kill you if he catches you seducing another man," I warned, trying to keep my voice level. The last thing I wanted was to provoke Achilles by doing sothing reckless with his won.
But Khillea only laughed softly, the sound rich and filled with confidence. "I don't think so," she said, her voice dripping with amusent. "It was Achilles himself who asked us to entertain you before he arrives."
That revelation stopped cold. I blinked, staring at her in disbelief. Achilles… wanted entertained? Why? What in the world was going on?
I couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion. Why was I being treated like so sort of esteed guest? Did I do sothing to earn Achilles's favor? Had I caught his attention sohow without even realizing it?
Khillea's smirk deepened as she watched my reaction, her eyes filled with a knowing glimr.
"Now, let entertain you, Nathan."
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