Where Loyalties Lie
Of course, soon after that, her mother succumbed to illness, leaving Ursa on her own forever.
The door creaked open, and Ursa kept opening it slower in hopes of the sound to cease. Eventually she decided to move to her side and slide in, leaving the door slightly ajar. Ursa beelined for the restricted section. Sure enough, the history of the Vasil monarchy from the past twenty years was held in the small shelf covered in a chain. There were history books, first person accounts, maps, and magic stone recordings, all organized alphabetically. Ursa decided on a thick, older book with browning pages. She thumbed through it, looking for words that stood out.
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