The cold air of november gave his icy kiss to the back of the Imperator's neck as he instead twisted his gaze to the unexpected guest.
"What are you doing here?" The second son of the War Emperor asked as the initial shock finally crystallized into cold reason.
He reached back and pulled the tent flap shut with a sharp tug, the silk hissing as it fell into place. He suddenly felt a stinging awareness of his own vulnerability as her eyes bore into his mask,while she appeared to have none as his eyes traced the delicate embroidery and curves of her robes.
"Some would find it strange for a husband and wife to sleep in separate tents," she answered his thinly veiled anxiety with a smile that was far too innocent to be true.
The response took him aback, knocking the wind out of his practiced imperial dignity. He took several long seconds to reassemble his composure, his mind racing through a list of political motives and hidden daggers, she may have had to find him here.
