Ray'ven stared at her reflection in the mirror, a frown marring the ten years old's features as she thought. This was how Morrigan found her as stepped into her daughter's room.
"What bothers you, child?" She questioned as she made to sit beside her, nimble hands reaching up to card through her daughter's dark tresses.
Ray'ven sighed, leaning into her mother's hand. "Why did father make me his heir, why is it not brother?" She asked. Morrigan's fingers paused and her eyes met Ray'ven's in the mirror with a frown.
"Are you not happy with this decision? I thought you would be." Morrigan's brows scrunched together in confusion as Ray'ven pulled away, looking down at the wooden drawer with a troubled expression.
"I am honored by this of course, but what if he is wrong? What if I am not fit to be queen?" Ray'ven said this quietly, unable to meet her mother's eyes.
