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She reached for a piece immediately—and hissed when it burned her fingers. “Careful. It’s hot.” I picked it up, blowing on it, cooling it down without thinking—like you would for a kid. “I do,” she said, and when I looked up, she was blushing. “I really do. I used to have a lot of books… but they’re all back at my parents’ house.” “I see. Then mine might seem boring. Most girls your age go for romance novels, and I don’t have many of those.” “You do have some amazing historical ones,” she said quickly. “I even saw a couple of my favorites.”

I walked toward the shelves, lazily running my fingers across the spines of the books as I scanned the titles. History of Blood Clans. Treaties of the Northern Territories. Ancient Magical Structures. Boring. Boring. Also boring. Who actually reads this stuff for fun? I kept moving along the shelves until one particular book caught my attention. It looked older than the others, the cover worn and faded like it had been opened a thousand times before. Curious, I pulled it out. The moment the book left the shelf, something clicked behind the wall. I froze. “…Okay.”

I walked toward the shelves, lazily running my fingers across the spines of the books as I scanned the titles. History of Blood Clans. Treaties of the Northern Territories. Ancient Magical Structures. Boring. Boring. Also boring. Who actually reads this stuff for fun? I kept moving along the shelves until one particular book caught my attention. It looked older than the others, the cover worn and faded like it had been opened a thousand times before. Curious, I pulled it out. The moment the book left the shelf, something clicked behind the wall. I froze. “…Okay.”

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

My heart is, and always will be yours. Jane Austen. While Sarah was looking at books with Finn, Annie wandered around looking at the new releases. There were a few historical novels that looked interesting but then she spotted one that really caught her eye. She wandered over to the very busy display, it was much busier here than anywhere else in the store. Picking up a copy of the book she flipped it over to read the blurb on the back. She was surprised to see it was a book about the Templars when she was jostled from all sides as shoppers grabbed a copy for themselves. Frowning, Annie moved away from the crowd and flicked through the book, it seemed the book depicted the Templars as humans

The usual genres one would expect to find at a book fair, too: history, fiction, non-fiction, folklore, fantasy, fairytales… everything. I had wondered and hoped that I could find the fiction book about the female alpha, but there was nothing of the sort to be found. I would rummage through the boxes each day, hoping to find something, but nothing. Nothing at all. Picking up a large pile of books from a box, I strolled towards a table that was getting empty to fill it up again.

Lastly, men in chain mail and armor were strutting around, their spurs clanging with each step as the men approach their giant mounts. The horses are also in armor with a boy holding the reins. I am in the Medieval -Fucking-Times! And I'm not talking about the restaurant with the jousting in New Jersey! 4 The sight would be a historian's wet dream! A history minor myself, I was awestruck about my current placement in time. But the reality was also setting in because the Medieval Times was a place of barbarism and cruelty, veiled in chivalry. What a hypocritical time this

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I could feel him open up to me upon hearing my confession. “Believe me…” I murmured. “I know better than anyone how you must feel.” He gazed at me. “It’s no way to live, isn’t it?” I huffed a short, awkward laugh in response, focusing my full attention back on stacking the books. This time, the titles caught my attention, ranging from the history of our kingdom to the customs, cultures, and histories of our neighbors: the Vixens and the Bear-Shifters. And then there was one book in particular about something that I had never heard of before… nothing like anything Father ever discussed or that I’d read of in fairytales.