Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing she saw. He grabbed her with his large and firm hand, Morrigan struggled under his grasp but it was futile. All she could do was scream for help as her uncle drag her away from Lydia, and his laughter echoes all over her ears.  Morrigan shifted and clutched a handful of th

Frey and Morrigan walked down the hill hand-in-hand, their hands swaying at every step they take. Frey watches Morrigan as they walk back to their home. After crying in her arms Morrigan's eyes were all swollen and bloodshot, her face remain solemn with no glint of smiles. But this time her face seemed to be clearer and less depressing like before, the air of sadness around Morrigan dissipated a bit. Frey thought that it's alright and things will come by one-by-one. One cannot heal from the pain in a single day after all. She smiled at the thought that maybe soon or someday she will see Morrigan's bright smiles. "What do you want to eat today?" Frey asked. Morrigan lifted her gaze towards Frey but eventually lifted her eyes towards the sky. "Anything will do." She doesn't know how to reply, she is used to the delicacies in the palace, and living away from her grandiose life she doesn't know what to expect. In Morrigan's mind as long as it is edible and safe then she will be thankful

Morrigan's eyes brimmed with tears as she emotionally told what happened to her and her family. Starting after she discovered her uncle's devious plans, then to the moment she realized she was unable to save them on time and had to run for her life due to what her mother wishes her to do. Then to what happened to Lydia and to what's bothering her now that the news of her missing had come across kingdoms. "You're afraid that once you get back your uncle will kill you to consolidate his power to the throne?" Aries inquired. Morrigan nodded her head slowly. "Once he takes a hold of me, he can consolidate his position especially once he gets a hold of the seal that I am hiding." She couldn't tell the couple this detail as it was only a secret between her and her father. The seal will solidify one leader's power and put them down in the history of Hymir. "But if your uncle will kill you the instant you come home then wouldn't that raise suspicions against him?" Morrigan looked at the cou

Every step to the courtroom felt heavy. With uncomfortable silence surrounding the crowd of guards and the three accused persons in the middle of the crowd. The way to the courtroom is agonizingly long. Aries' arms in a protective embrace on Morrigan's body, while Frey held her hands assuring the princess that everything will be alright. Though Morrigan had already composed herself and prepared to make herself known in the court she couldn't help but feel a slight discomfort by the idea. Morrigan's gaze flew to the wide back of Mathias who is walking arrogantly ahead of them in the long hallway. She had caught Mathias stealing glances towards her with a smile that seemed to do no good. She watches how the guards walked uniformly around them, ensuring that they cannot escape in any direction. Their hands are on top of the hilt of their swords, some hold the handle of their spears tightly, ready to unsheathe or fling any weapons towards them. Morrigan's jaw clenched. If her eyes could

The black curtain of hair dances along with the salty breeze of the sea. Gazing softly at the locket on her hand, Morrigan watches how the light bounces off the dazzling jewels of her locket. She looked at the sky, but halfway she squinted as the blinding light of the sun hit her eyes. Covering her eyes with her hand she watches the birds and seagulls soaring the bright sky. Her eyes reflected a mixture of emotions, lost in deep thoughts. Morrigan had already prepared herself for what will happen next to her, however, the lurking worry in her heart never ceases. Worrying what will she see once she came back. She bit her lips and shook her head lightly.   She brought her eyes back to the harbor below her. People dressed in both finely tailored dresses, or commonly seen clothing lined the harbor. Boarding the ships that are on the dock, its sails open as one would know these ships are prepar