Elaine of Artharia
The ashen eyes settled on Elaine’s silver glare.
“Thank you.” She replied and turned towards rows of books.
“Try and do more and you’ll see why the King has yet to take it,” A warning and a threat.
Eliane ignored the woman, knowing she couldn’t take it even if she wanted to. If she simply took her own page, then perhaps she’d be free of the draft. Andrew stepped into time with her, eyes scanning the books, but his hand finding hers, black cloaks only tinged red by fresh blood. He seemed to be looking for the title, as if something so precious would be hidden for any wanderer to see, but really he was stealing glances her way.
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