Aryvel's Literatures

Morrígan's life is scripted one. From the time she arises in the morning to the hour she descends to sleep, every hour is a dedication towards a singular goal: to be a paragon of ladyship, someone whom others may strive to imitate and resemble.

Every day brings her one step closer to proving herself to higher society, taking her place among them as a wealthy, wedded and (preferably) titled lady of means. One that has earned her stripes.

All according to plan. All according to script.

Until it was plucked from her delicate fingers and burned before her eyes to land in a perfect pile of ash on her lap.

And it burned.