Utopia
Seeing the poor girl’s trembling in fear, Utopia gradually calmed down and erased the murderous thoughts she had for that despicable prince.
“Yes, please.”
The servant ran fast as if she was in a running competition or that some kind of wild animal had scared the wits out of her.
Sighing for the umpteenth time today, she drag herself to one of her favorite shelf and ran her fingers on the velvety feelings of the hardbound books her ancestors have collected throughout the years.
As she was scanning for books that would interest her, she found a peculiar one on the top part of the shelf that seems to be purposely hidden from their sight.
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