The Immortal Prince
Her brow is furrowed, aged skin creased.
"What's that look?" I ask warily.
"There is nothing, about whether you can become immortal again," she announces, once she had finished jotting down her results. She slams the book shut, dust billowing out, which I fan my hand through irritably.
"Seriously?"
"It appears to be barred by magic. This is a very unfamiliar territory, I don't think the wisest of Gaze Readers could navigate this." She gets up, shuffling over the creaking floorboards.