Before any would-be attacker could act, Thea set the toe of her slipper to the door and pushed it open, axe held in her hands as she stepped forward and around the divide. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, axe held above her head as Morgana turned to face her.
Her eyes were wide with surprise, cheeks flush as looked between the Captain and the axe held aloft in her hands. Her wide white skirts fanned out at her sides as she blinked and strode forward, stepping into the hallway and closing the door to the kitchen. Trapping the heat from the single fireplace in the room.
‘Thea?’ She demanded, ‘is everything alright?’
Thea lowered the axe quickly, holding it to one side as she looked the woman over. She tore the mask of her features, letting it dangle from the strap, coiled through h
