In Achilles's tent, the atmosphere was starkly different from the tense and brooding mood in Agamemnon's quarters. Here, a peculiar sense of calm prevailed, even an air of contentment, as if the weight of the ongoing Trojan War had no place within these canvas walls. It wasn't just peaceful—it was almost too good, a haven insulated from the struggles that gripped the battlefield.
Though the Greeks faltered in their campaign against the Trojans, Khillea seemed utterly indifferent. Her strikingly confident demeanor reflected someone who knew her own worth. If she truly desired, she could shift the tide of battle with ease. Hector of Troy, revered as the mightiest defender of the city, might prove a challenge for others, but Khillea believed herself capable of defeating him. Yet, she chose to remain in the shadows for now, leaving the glory and struggles to the kings and generals clamoring for recognition. She was waiting, not out of fear or doubt, but with purpose.
