Morrigan scribbled on a parchment laid in front of her as the back of her tutor face her, reciting to her about the history of Hymir. Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down. “Your Highness, are you still listening to me?” Morrigan sat upright when her tutor called her attention, suddenly waking her soul that almost drifted to the land of dreams. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks and with a mischievous smile scratched her head. Her tutor went to her desk and saw random scribbles of words, a drawing of supposedly a crow and a dove, a few scribbles of flowers, and in the middle were her lecture when her class started. Her tutor couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose. “Your Highness, I know that studying this is something you will think is a waste of time but in the future, you will be the ruler of this kingdom, you should know these things like the back

Morrigan twirled around showing her dress to Lydia, she giggled as she dances with her every step and twirl. “What do you think, Lydia?” Morrigan ecstatically asked Lydia, however, it seems that Lydia is deep in her thoughts. Morrigan noticed that Lydia was zoning out and didn’t really heed any attention to her. Lydia was only staring at the marble floor, her face sullen. “What are you thinking?” Lydia jumped from shock, her eyes met Morrigan's worried eyes. Morrigan blinked twice and put her hand on Lydia’s forehead. “You’re not sick, are you not feeling well? Why do you look like you’re in deep thoughts?” She asked innocently. Lydia knows that even if she says something against the king's cousin she will need concrete evidence to back up her claims. Ever since the day she saw the duke having an illicit tryst with a palace maid she had grown cautious, whenever she encounters the duke she veers out of the way and dare not l

The hallway of the palace is unusually silent, no guards are on rotation, nor maids pacing the long hallway. The night is as silent as the usually busy hallway, not a glint of stars twinkling at the dark night sky, and the moon is cloaked by the shrouds of dark clouds. The clicking of Morrigan's footsteps on the marble floor of the palace echoes around the hallway. No light nor sconces were lit up, only the light that comes from outside shone in the hallway, no one can see the end of the hallway like it was an endless road to an abyss. Morrigan looked around her finding her lost in the place she knew like the back of her hand.  She stopped from walking the endless palace hallway and stood there, clenching her hands, grabbing a fistful of her skirts. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the growing fear inside of her. Fear that when she opened her eyes she will still be lost in this hal

The liveliness of the streets and the market died down by nightfall. The merchants on the streets finally resting after a long day of trading. The local merchant's stands piled and rested on the side of the streets. Only the banner of red and gold in the kingdom remained on the streets. Dancing by the wind, rustling softly. The busy street embraced silence as the moon graces it with its soft glow.   The moon illuminates brightly in the night sky. Not a single star accompanying the moon, making it seem lonely in the vast dark sky as it illuminates the lands below the skies. Morrigan remained silent as she gazes out of the horizon, letting the silence of the night sink into her. A few of those loose strands of raven hair dances with the cold wind. Watching the lone beauty of the moon which she thought was sympathizing with her. She pulled out the locket from where it hides and stared at it. Letting the luminesce of the moon touch its delicate embellishments of opa

"Poor child, it must have been hard for her." A middle-aged lady placed a warm towel on Morrigan's forehead as she stares at the young lady who they found unconscious when the sun rose after the heavy downpour last night. She tucked Morrigan's hands under a blanket and covered her up to her shoulder to keep her warm. Morrigan's fever has not yet subsided but at least she is not exposed to open air anymore which could further escalate her already high fever. Her slightly wrinkled hand caressed Morrigan's warm cheek, looking at Morrigan dearly. She fixed Morrigan's blanket for another time and dusted her skirt as she stood up picking up the basin to fetch another basin of warm water to wipe Morrigan's face this time. Morrigan is still in a coma after she was drenched in the rain, her body collapsing due to exhaustion. She was found by a middle-aged couple who were just living nearby, and on their way to town to sell vegetables that they have grown in their backyard, seeing a young lad