Novel & Cerita The Library Gentlemen

He gives me a bright smile "On second thought, maybe you should read a little about it." Is that a compliment or an insult? I don't understand the people of the royal family. "Thanks," I say flatly "Moon Held, Lukas." After a short bath and changing into the same nightgown as yesterday, I pick up the book I'd asked for from the library. 101 ways to be a proper noble Lady. I curl up on the couch in the same place as yesterday, the sound of cackling fire creating a soothing aura in the room. As I read on about the proper way of greeting a gentleman of lower status than you, but still of nobel birth, my mind starts to wander.

* None felt like potential allies. The library was a vast, echoing chamber, smelling of dust, parchment, and beeswax. Tall windows offered grey light, illuminating towering shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A massive oak table dominated the center. An elderly man with a wispy white beard and spectacles perched on his nose looked up from a ledger, surprise registering on his face. “Lady Vivian?” He stood, offering a respectful, if slightly bewildered, bow. Master Fenwick, the castle librarian, according to her borrowed memories. A man who valued his books far more than courtly intrigue. “An unexpected… pleasure. How may I assist you?”

He smiles placing a soft kiss on my hand before turning to leave the library, as he passes the guys they all bow their heads once again in respect allowing him to walk out of the door which is closed behind him. “You can continue with what you were doing ma’am, we will be here if you need us.” One of the men who I think was Caleb smiles, I nod my head with another smile still quite nervous but also rather excited to start reading all of these.

He nods once and continues his walk to only heaven knows where. I’m standing in the hallway now, looking like a lost sheep with nowhere to go and nothing to do, so I decide to explore the great Roman mansion. I begin with the large double doors down the hallway on the left, which when I push it open, reveals a huge library that has seen better days. I step in, closing the door behind me with an almost silent thud.

"What? Who?" "Someone from the library board. Alexander something. Tall, gray eyes, very handsome. He said he wanted to welcome you to the city." "Alexander Sterling?" "That's the one. He lives two floors down." Imogen's mouth opened and closed several times. "Alexander Sterling is on the library board? He came to our apartment? And you didn't lead with this information?" "You were too busy interrogating me about Adrian!" "He's only the most eligible bachelor on the library board! The other librarians talk about him constantly. He's donated millions to the archives."

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

Flashback begins: The grand estate of the Greenfield family stood tall, its opulent facade a testament to the family's wealth and prestige. The library, with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and rich, dark wood paneling, was a sanctuary for Mr. Greenfield, a place where he could escape the pressures of his business empire. In the heart of the library, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Mr. Greenfield, a man in his late fifties with a commanding presence, sat behind his massive oak desk, his eyes fixed on the figure kneeling before him.

"We shall head to the library now, young mistress. Time is a luxury we do not possess." I followed her through the labyrinth of the mansion until she threw open the double doors of the library. I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw nearly dropping. The room was massive, the walls stretching two stories high, completely lined with thousands of leather-bound books. "Who on earth reads all of these?" I muttered, looking at the sheer volume of literature. Mrs. Gable noticed my shocked expression, a soft shadow crossing her warm face. "Sir Ric has always loved reading, mistress," she murmured quietly.

"I shall be charmed. A visit to Treadley would be a great privilege. It has a perfect host, and a perfect library." "You will complete it," answered the old gentleman with a courteous bow. "And now I must bid good-bye to your excellent aunt. I am due at the Athenaeum. It is the hour when we sleep there." "All of you, Mr. Erskine?" "Forty of us, in forty arm-chairs. We are practising for an English Academy of Letters." Lord Henry laughed and rose. "I am going to the park," he cried. As he was passing out of the door, Dorian Gray touched him on the arm. "Let me come with you," he murmured.

Louis said with a smile The above conversation is one that the siblings have before getting down from the carriage* Louis and Rubia accompanied with some Royal knights enter the Royal Library* "I Welcome young Master and Young Lady from the Charleston House. I am the librarian, James. May I ask what genre of book you may be looking for...?" "I am fine by myself James" said Louis (as he was already familiar with the library) "Yes, young master. And what about you Young Lady...?" "Can you please come closer" "..?" "I want to take a small look at the 'Romance' genre. Do you have that ...?" "Yes, Young Lady please follow me." He said with a friendly smile Ah...! That was embarrassing...!!! "This