It was three in the beginning.
It had always been three.
It was supposed to be three.
She had three sisters growing up, and when she had read that book, the three sisters reminded her of her own. In her humble opinion, Becky was definitely Nesta, Lizzy was a mixture of Feyre and Elain, and she was a mixture of the three.
They were three, and so were the sisters in the book. It made sense.
So when she died, ravaged by the water, why had they become four?
Why was she born the youngest of the Archeron sisters?
She had nothing. She was nothing.
They had made that blatantly clear enough throughout her life, cutting the fact into her very soul when they clipped her wings.
But she was older now. She learned of the fight to give Illyrian women like her their freedom, and their natural-born right to fight.
And she wanted in.
This story will have an AzrielxOC relationship and a MorxOC relationship, with two separate OCs.