Eularia loved the library; it had remained how her husband had made it—overflowing with plants and books both. She'd loved that about him; and desperately missed his erratic mannerisms. He was out there, somewhere. She wasn't sure where, or how she'd lost him but...
The plan had backfired.
And things were happening.
And he was dead, officially.
And that was, in part, why she was coming to the library. To find a book and settle in amongst the plants. Avoid the Crows and Talons vying for her attention, avoid the angry stares from her children.
She was certain they must hate her. After all, the King's death was attributed as her kill.
She entered the library quietly, hands in her pockets as she paused in the doorway. Someone was there, already. It took her a second, but...
The plan had backfired.
And things were happening.
And he was dead, officially.
And that was, in part, why she was coming to the library. To find a book and settle in amongst the plants. Avoid the Crows and Talons vying for her attention, avoid the angry stares from her children.
She was certain they must hate her. After all, the King's death was attributed as her kill.
She entered the library quietly, hands in her pockets as she paused in the doorway. Someone was there, already. It took her a second, but...
You've not aged a day, Magnus.She breathed the words quietly, staring at him.
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