Chapter 7

Running my fingers along with the rolls of books in the palace library, I have never written a poem before, so I need to research; I stop walking when I notice a small leather book without a title.

That peaks my curiosity.

I grab it, and walk over to the sofa and sit down with the book in hand; I have never seen this before, and it has my attention.

I open it and start reading through some of the writing, and it's a handwritten book; I'm not sure this is even a book, more like a journal.

My eyes widened when I s