Morrigan stared at the portrait of her daughter with a frown. It had been almost two weeks since her kidnapping and it seemed no one was making any progress towards finding her. Despite her husband's reassurance that Ray'ven would be fine, she still couldn't help but worry. Yes her daughter was strong, she had Ja'ule's blood running through her veins, but Morrigan also knew the vulnerable side of their child. The part that held uncertainties and insecurities that Ray'ven kept well hidden from her father. The girl worshiped her father and was constantly worrying about disappointing him.