You were stuck in a loveless, arranged marriage in Hewn City. You knew that you would never be able to leave this place and would forever have to suffer the torment of your husband.

You sat next to him as he discussed something with the High Lord, Rhysand. You weren’t paying attention.

Morrigan took a sip of her wine. She couldn’t help but notice you. You were incredibly beautiful but looked so sad…

“Are you alright?” She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly. The room went silent.