Raven's POVAs Raven drove towards the library, her mind was consumed with thoughts of the place. Despite the events that had unfolded earlier that day at the nursing home, she couldn't shake the feeling that the library was the one place she needed to be. It was an odd sensation, one that she couldn't quite explain, but Raven knew deep down that the library was where she would find solace and perhaps answers. She pressed down on the gas pedal, driving like a madwoman, hoping to reach her destination as soon as possible. As she raced towards the library, Raven's heart raced, and her palms became slick with sweat. She still couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her, causing her to turn around abruptly to check her surroundings. However, nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye. Feeling slightly disoriented, Raven muttered to herself, "I'm crazy." Despite her inner turmoil, Raven pushed forward and made her way towards the parking lot of the library. She turned th

~ Lumiére's POV ~The car screeched to a stop and Lumiére exited, his feet carrying him towards the building as if on autopilot. He had only meant to watch her enter the library and then continue on his way, but something had compelled him to follow her.As Lumiére made his way up the stairs to the State University library, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. "What are you doing Lumiére? You should be on your way to the General council meeting," he berated himself. But despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't resist the pull that had been tugging at him for weeks.He had been avoiding Raven, trying to push her out of his mind, but the more he tried to forget her, the more he found himself thinking about her. She was like a poison, intoxicating and dangerous, and he couldn't stay away.As he approached the entrance to the library, he saw her. She was walking past the shelves in the ground floor, looking as beautiful as ever. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should appr

~ Lumiére's POV ~“… my point exactly. We can’t afford to move the battle arm of the High Lord now. Not when we might be invaded by unknown forces…” the man from the West said with a smirk.He couldn't help but roll his eyes as the man from the West played the same "protect the High Lord" card that they always did. It was clear that they were more concerned about their own status and power than anything else.He rolled his eyes, catching the glare Reagan threw his way.“ The only solution is to find a wife for the High Lord. A task the East Sanctuary is failing terribly at…” Lord Brennan muttered.As Lumiére listened to the exchange between the elders, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration welling up inside him. He rubbed his lips with his index finger, a gesture of annoyance that he couldn't suppress. The elders should have seen it, hell noticed it but they continued. It was as if they were deliberately ignoring his wishes.Elder Wharton's comment only added fuel to the fi

~ Raven's POV ~Raven felt grateful to have a friend like Katie, someone who was always there for her no matter what. She vowed to tell her everything once she figured out what was going on. Raven let out a sigh and turned to face Katie. "Do you ever feel like you're not in control of your own life?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Katie turned to look at her, concern etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked."I mean, like you're not living the life you want to live. Like you're stuck in a situation that you can't escape from," Raven replied, trying to keep her voice steady.Katie sat up, facing her friend. "Is that how you feel, Raven?" she asked softly.Raven nodded, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "It's just hard, you know? Everything is so different now, and I feel like I'm losing myself," she said, her voice cracking.Katie reached out and took Raven's hand, squeezing it gently. "You're not losing yourself, Raven. You're still you, you're just… di

~ Lumiére's POV ~ The garden was a serene oasis, a secluded haven within the confines of the sprawling mansion. The tranquility of the space was expected, given that it was a closed off area of the house, accessible only to a select few. The meticulous care bestowed upon the garden was evident, with every flower in full bloom, exuding fragrances that tantalized the senses.For Lumiére, the garden served as a refuge, a place where he could gather his thoughts and clear his head after the endless meetings that seemed to plague his every waking moment. The elders, he mused, were probably still in the meeting room, engaged in a heated discussion over trivial matters. He knew them well, their propensity for bickering until they exhausted themselves, only to regroup and convene once more in their respective sanctuaries.As he sat in the peaceful garden, he heard a rustling by his side, causing him to snap his head towards the source of the sound. The gardens were supposed to be vacant, cl