Madalin is a member of a royal family that rules over a country named Lysteria. She's brave, bold, smart, yet gentle and caring all the same. The princess dreams of running away from the shackles of a royal life, while her parents try to keep her ca...
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The royal library was a palace of dreams. It was heaven on earth for bookworms, or anyone else for that matter. You'd lose yourself once you strolled into the humongous room. Every part of its floor was lined with a red velvet carpet. Millions of books were arranged into the uncountable wooden shelves, and orange lamps were placed throughout to illuminate the place, It may seem like every book in the world would be present there, and that might not be a lie.
Madalin's fingers fumbled with each other as she entered the library. She was never big on reading, but she always loved the peace that surrounded the book room. Her sister was the exact opposite: Flora loved to drown herself into the scenes woven by words.
The crackles of a flame in the library's fireplace guided Madalin towards itself. She eventually stopped when the fireplace sat a few feet away towards the right. The area around it was surrounded by leather couches to create a small sitting area.
A man's back greeted her from one of the sofas. The raven mop of hair on his head told her it was Edmund, and his head was bent downwards. It appeared that he was far too immersed in whatever he was reading.
She was sure she had entered the place with silent treads. On top of that, the carpet helped eliminate the sounds of any footsteps. Even though she was very anxious and her body language showed that, she thought of surprising her husband.
Madalin bit her bottom lip unconsciously as she approached the man. Her hands slowly rose since she braced herself to grasp her shoulders. She had positioned her form right behind him, and her arms outstretched carefully in his direction.
"Hello, Madalin."
The princess's expression changed to that of mild annoyance. She dropped her hands to her sides and stepped past the couch to sit on another one nearby. Madalin plopped down and set her eyes upon him.
"You're a buzzkill."
"So I've been told." Edmund mused. At the lack of response from Madalin, he glanced up to view her from above the ridge of the dark-rimmed glasses, which were currently perched on his nose.
"I didn't know you read books." Madalin said after a moment of quietude.
"I do, and I'm quite proud of it. If I could I would read every single one in here." He responded then looked back down on the text. "It's a shame the library is rotting away. You know, you should try reading some day."
"You-" Madalin had begun, but she bit it back. With a roll of her eyes, she leaned into the sofa she was sitting on. Her head moved to observe the fireplace. The way the fire danced hypnotized her, but not enough to distract her from her racing mind.
