[ @unus-pro-omnibus from here.]
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Something akin to a smile tugged the corners of Athos’ lips as he huffed out a soft laugh.
“We’ve learned the hard way not to underestimate women.” His gaze seemed to harden as he said it, his body to flinch involuntarily. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve found ourselves surprised by hidden weapons in unexpected places.”
He shook his head, casting another look over the woman. She didn’t seem dangerous, but neither had she, and Athos had paid the price many times over. And above that, this woman was English; their countries were at war. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to think that she may be a spy.
“What is your business here anyway?”
Hmm. There was something more behind that than was obvious in the words themselves. And in all honesty, Thera couldn’t really fault the caution itself: she meant no harm toward the Musketeers, their country or their King, but he was far from mistaken that she could be.
“I’ll save you a small bit of trouble, then - I have a corkscrew in a pocket in my skirts, right hand side. It’s small, but it’s sharp, and good against unwanted hands.”
Fortunately today that was all she was carrying, since it was also a good distraction if the fight became serious. “As for my business ...” She almost reached for the pouch on her belt but stopped herself in time, “I happened upon some papers I thought someone should see.”
