The tent was large with scrolls and papers scattered around the place. Only the light of candles illuminated the dark tent, casting a dim yellow glow.
Karan looked around the area with curiosity and found a large map spread on the table at one side. He checked the map to see if any places had been marked which could give away their next move but no, there wasn't a hint of ink on the paper.
There were also drink glasses. What hr noticed was the variety of alcohols and wine bottles stocked up at the corner of the tent. The strategist clearly enjoyed his drinks.
His footsteps were silent on the ground. He was an expert in spying. So, he knew how to control his breath and pace whenever he sneaked to some place.
That's when his gaze fell on the figure sleeping on the bed.
Found him...
He slowly walked closer to catch a glimpse of that person. His steps halted when he finally reached closer to the bed.
And that's when he stopped breathing.
The only thought on his head was, The strategist isn't a man but a woman! He had never been more shocked in my life.
From the gap on the roof of the tent, the moon light peaked inside. The moon cast it's silver glow, illuminating her face. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly felt something stir inside of him. Not just any woman. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life.
She was simply enchanting and he had never seen anyone look so peaceful in their sleep before. Utterly beautiful. It was as if the angels had taken an extra time to carve her face.
Karan had never been a man who was charmed by beauties. But even for him, this was entirely a different matter.
Her long hair framed her beautiful face and only the sound of her soft breathing was audible inside the tent.
'Wait. This woman could be the wife or lover of the strategist for all I know.'
It wasn't that he didn't believe in the capability of a woman to be a strategist. That also one, who was leading a war. If women wanted to, they could conquer the world and he knew that. His grandma raised him alone and he knew her to be the most powerful person. But everyone had assumed that the person was a man and he was naturally confused.
He took a sharp intake of breath as he finally snapped out of his reverie.
Mistake!
That small sound didn't go unnoticed by the woman. Her eyes fluttered open. He was frozen in his tracks as he found myself staring back at the most intriguing pair of eyes he had ever seen in his entire life.
They were hazel coloured. A mixture of brown with amber and green. Usually, this type of colour radiated with the warmth of the golden glow in them. But no, not for her.
Instead, her eyes were the sharpest brown infused with green. And something about them was so intimidating. Like an eagle aiming at it's prey. They didn't radiate with warmth. Those eyes were rather filled with coldness, arctic coldness that could freeze hell.
And karan was frozen by the sheer intensity of that gaze. She stared at him underneath her long eyelashes, assessing him. Her cold and calculating gaze said that he was in a lot of trouble and the thing was, he didn't even mind. He was a goner.
With one swift motion, so fast and agile, she plucked out the dagger underneath her pillow and held it in front of his neck.
"Who are you?", She asked coldly as she held him hostage underneath the sharp blade.
