The sound of high heels against marble was more rhythmic than dramatic. A steady click-click-click that echoed down the corridor with authority. Morgana wasn't rushing. She never rushed.
If people saw her coming, they were supposed to move.
The double doors to her office opened the moment she raised a single finger. A faint shimmer of magic pulsed as the locking seal disengaged.
"Leave it on the desk," she said to the aide trailing behind her.
"Yes, ma'am."
He set the scroll on top of a stack of half-read reports and almost ran out of the room. Morgana didn't glance back.
The door shut with a soft thud.
She pulled the ribbon from her hair and let it fall over one shoulder as she approached the desk. A flick of her fingers lit the lamps around the room, no fire, just a soft ambient glow that adjusted itself to her mood. The window behind her showed the early haze of dawn melting off the mountain range.
She touched the scroll with two fingers.
It vibrated once.
