Your beautiful enemy has surprisingly unshackled your wrists, and this wait is like pure torture.
What will he do with you at his mercy?
Sadly, there was never time in all your military training for socializing or anything else really.
You open your eyes because you want to see what’s happening,
and you want to see him.
He’s laying a pallet at the foot of the bed.
Your jaw drops.
You heave out a ragged breath in relief.
You’re in your enemy’s bedroom, sitting in his bed.
But he hasn’t tried to have his way with you?
What is this torment he has planned?
And then there’s a loud knock on the door, interrupting the uncomfortable silence.
He moves to open it, and you can’t help but watch his body.
Stealth and dangerous.
As he opens the door, you catch only a few words the soldier says until they lower their voices out of earshot.
Ravens and Commander.
Oh.
So he’s the commander of this place.
You file the information away for later. This will be useful.
One of his guards brings a sizeable covered silver tray in. But the commander stops him, grabbing it from the guard.
You’ve seen one like it before back home.
It’s the type of tray that covers torture devices that your people use all the time on enemies and spies for information.
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