Welcome to Miror

Vetumnus of Time

Female Reader x Male Monster

The Sacred Archives of Miror are more than your-run-of-the-mill archive - bigger than any library, and as eternal as you want it to be. It is a place that everyone needs, no matter how big or small. I am visited by the royal family, as well as peasants, beggars, even children. My archives are kept religiously, pristinely, and yes, obsessively. My white rabbits help me to keep everything in order, track everything, log every tiny detail. Then, even the logs are archived.

The Sacred Archive is a place of memories, where people come to store their precious thoughts and recollections. Some come to store them because they are precious, others out of fear, but all are kept regardless. The memories are taken from them and copied onto sheets of crystal, which are then filed away. It has been my responsibility to take care of the Sacred Archive since I was young. Before that, my mother did, and her mother, and so on and so forth. Memory has always been a family business.

For the most part, I stay in the Archive with my white rabbits. My home is joined to the main building so that, if anything were to happen, I would be close by. The white rabbits are prepared for any situation, of course, and given the chance they can flex their muscles as well as the next warrior.

Of course, there are special files within the archive - testaments for trials, the memories of killers and victims, the guilty and the innocent. All of these are filed away in one of the many vaults or in the checkerboard floor, which houses all the filing cabinets. The vaults are reserved for the most powerful of clients; the worst of people, the best of people, and like I said, the guilty and innocent. Oh, and of course, those who pay for the privilege. It is amazing what people think is worth keeping, especially the paying customers. Some will store anything simply because they can afford it.

Did I ever consider leaving the family business? Of course. I was rebellious as a young girl. I fought tooth and nail to be excluded from the Sacred Archive, and I even eloped with a less-than-reputable young man. Eventually, after a few strained and harried years, I came to realize the Archive was where I belonged. Collecting memories, keeping them safe, and religiously filing was in my blood - so much so that I came to realize it wasn't my family I was rebelling against, but my own desires. I didn't like myself when I was young, so anything I enjoyed, I willingly took from myself. Funny how memory is like a mirror sometimes.

I was willing to remain with my husband. After all, even if I didn't like myself, I loved him. The only thing is, he vanished, and I haven't seen him in a long time. Oh well, his loss. Quite possibly for the better too. He never liked order; he was a devout believer in chaos.

Anyway, I am not getting any younger, and eventually I will have to have a child who will grow to take care of the Archive. As such, I am dating - or I suppose it would be more accurate to say I am paying a matchmaker to find me a husband. It isn't uncommon, outdated most certainly, but still a very ordinary practice in Miror. Although, the process has me considering that a donor would be all I need. A few quick rolls in the hay and I could simply raise a baby without the hindrance of a partner.

I am dating now, and the man I am with is lovely, but I don't feel that powerful spark I did with my husband. He is kind, good looking, very intelligent, a fabulous dresser, and a tea mogul. He has lots of money - not that I am worried about anything like that - and while I do enjoy the date, I'm not excited for another one. It isn't until we kiss that I decide, one night, that I can have him for one night and that is all I will need.

"Want to come upstairs?" I ask him as we stand in my garden.

Himley chuckles, and his arm slips around my waist. "We only just met, are you sure?"

I shrug and move towards the stairs, his arm still firmly around me. "I don't know. Let me show you my sheets first."

Himley bites his lip as he holds back a massive grin. "I know your intentions are to get married and start a family as soon as possible, but I didn't realize it would be so fast."