AUTHOR'S POV.
Amelia and Charles sat quietly in the study room, glancing through ancient books; they had been searching all night for any mention of the mysterious beast that attacked Arthur.
Charles looked out the window, noticing the faint ray of sunlight filtering through,he jerked up in frustration, stretching his body and yawning loudly.
Amelia turned to him with a cold glare. “Do you mind?” She eyed.
Charles scoffed at her. “We have been sitting here all day searching through old books, I am not paid enough to be doing all this crap.”
“Tell that to Arthur, but next time,” she paused, turning back to her book. “Don't yawn so loudly in the library.”
Charles stared at her for a while in disbelief before he sat back down, his face slowly flickering to seriousness as he cleared his throat to get her attention.
“Amelia,” he “What happened to Arthur? And… can he recover?”
She rolled her eyes, slamming the book shut, before turning to him, frustration etched on her face.
“I don’t k
