Ariel had always been more mature than her peers. Her heart was soft, so soft it made her fragile in a world that demanded hardness, but when it came to protecting her sister, Ariel would fight through tears if she had to. Every hardship, every cruel twist of fate only reinforced one truth: love alone wasn't enough. She needed power. Authority. The kind that could shield Arabella from the storm- and that realization… made her miserable.
When Morpheus first approached her, he warned of a great danger stirring inside Arabella, one even Arabella herself did not understand. He spoke of the vampires in the castle, how easily they could turn cruel, how little it would take for them to spill innocent blood.
It was why Ariel had come.
Not just to study spells or gather power to protect her sister… but to understand the truth. About Morpheus. About the sorcerers and the secrets they kept locked away with such quiet desperation.
