Tampering with devotion

Beginning from the end. •°•°•°•°•°• Zylorina Vi Censeri is the last line in her family, crushed that she has to attend a funeral of the only father figure she's ever known, she can't help but do what she's always had to, endure. Her loss will be fresh, recognized and gradually accepted, but her gain: unexpected, hesitant, and possibly short lived. As easily as shattering glass, it apparently can be broken, as if they'll fall into a sea of sand, their pieces will be difficult to find. It was only supposed to be a funeral, but something bigger was waiting for her. Now, in the midst of trying to help right a wrong, she has to choose; which would be right, which would be her choice and hers alone. Being bonded or being bound. Is there a difference? Should there be?