Raven Grew and Grew into a fine lady herself, with the manner Queen would be proud of. Like all everyone her age, she fell in love and became married
Never returning to court green yet her name forever remained Rivindor.
As years passed she boar a son, healthy as a lamb the Doctors cried, yet on the dot of 12 o'clock, a cot death claimed the young at just one year young.
One year latter she bares another son and once again the cot claims him, just one week old.
Three more years pass and she given a daughter, who this time survives, just in time to her mother die at the age of ten, then a week later her farther takes
His life.
This has continued for over a thousand years, yet no one knew why, it’s how it’s always been and forever it will be.
Rivindor was once a great name, yet now it just hollows just like Juliet’s grave. Every woman by the will of the last has kept her name in marriage and passed it on.
