The training room door flung open with a swift movement, slamming gently against the wall behind it as the figure emerging from the hallway was illuminated by the golden light of the lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Morgana stood there, breathing slightly faster than usual, as if she had rushed across a good portion of the house upon arrival. Her gaze met Damon's almost instantly, and something in her expression shifted so noticeably that even Ingrivid, who had known her for years, perceived the difference effortlessly.
For a brief moment, Morgana simply stood in the doorway, observing Damon with eyes gleaming in a way that didn't match the cold, calculating demeanor she usually maintained with her subordinates or political rivals. That look carried something entirely different. Relief. Longing. Perhaps even something close to contained despair.
Then she moved.
