By all that was holy, the girl wanted nothing more than to be a trophy wife. It made Morana sick.

"That's the stuff of kings, the fate of the world being decided," Morana replied in a harsh whisper, "If you pay attention you might at least have a say in which husband you'll have."

That was something she'd probably never know. Her virginity was long gone and she'd likely never be married. With luck, she'd live out her final days as a spinster in some Templar noble's household washing floors until her back gave out. With ill luck she'd be lying in a ditch inside of a year with a dagger in her spine.