The night has fast approached us with its blistering cold wind. I may be accustomed to the cold, but this? I have only felt this cold once which was when I nearly exploded last year.
"Lady Viola."
I look over my shoulder to see who called me. "Oh! Levin, are you the one who called for me?"
Levin enters the sleeping tent and approaches me. "Sir Draven has called for you in the meeting tent. He says that he wants to go over the plans for tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure! No problem." I grab my jacket and start to put it on when Levin drops down to tie my boots.
"You should be careful, Lady Viola," he warns as he continues to untie and tie my laces. I don't say anything seeing how he's trying to be discreet, so I proceed to slower my pace so that he can finish what he was saying. "I have heard bits and pieces of the other men's conversations, and it doesn't sound good. Be on your guard when you go into the meeting tent."
