Prompt #15 - Destiny
The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. How many times had Moiraine told herself that? No matter how many times she warded her room and sat in front of the mirror repeating it over and over, she could never accept it.
Sometimes, she wanted to scream that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that to save Lan she would have to transfer their bond to Myrelle. She didn't want him to be bonded to the Green sister. Selfishly, she wanted him all to herself, even to the extent of letting him follow her into death. But Moiraine Sedai was a strong woman. She would not allow herself that satisfaction.
It wasn't as if she could morally do that anyway, in all fairness. She held his bond, but not his heart. Nynaeve was the lucky woman Lan had chosen to fall in love with. Moiraine couldn't stop the resentment towards the younger woman building, not when she could feel Lan's affection for Nynaeve through their bond ever time he set eyes upon the village Wisdom turned Aes Sedai.
What did Nynaeve have that she didn't, Moiraine wondered. Not beauty – Nynaeve was pretty, but Moiraine was beautiful. She doubted power was the reason, either, not least because Nynaeve could only channel when angry, an emotion in complete opposition to Lan's stoic calm.
"Should I choose a man, it will not be Lan," Moiraine had said. Nynaeve had taken it to mean she had no romantic feelings for Lan, but that was a misinterpretation of Moiraine's words. If good fortune smiled upon her, as it had once been wont to do, Lan would choose her. Moiraine's heart already burned with fire and passion for the Warder; it had already chosen.