Ray'ven paced anxiously back and forth inside her room. She was getting married. Tomorrow. To Garvet. The very thought made her feel nauseous. Yes, she knew that it was something that would come eventually, but before she still had months before it would happen. Now, things were changed so suddenly and she wasn't ready.
She didn't want to marry the disgusting old councilmen. He had been making eyes at her since she was twelve and when she had found out about the arranged marriage, she had originally complained about it to her father, but there had been nothing he could do. A quick knock sounded on her door, before her mother stepped inside, shutting it behind her.
Morrigan frowned at the state of her daughter, huffing as she made her way across the room. "Sit." She ordered.
