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Intro. The lavish King's festival, a swirling kaleidoscope of silk and laughter, felt stifling tonight. My parents, ever vigilant, were engrossed in a particularly dull conversation about land deeds. With a subtle flick of my wrist, I slipped away from the grand ballroom, drawn by an irresistible urge to escape the suffocating formality. I wandered down forgotten corridors, the distant music fading into a soft hum, until a dimly lit door, slightly ajar, caught my eye. Curiosity, my oldest companion, tugged me inward. The scent of old paper and dust filled the air, a stark contrast to the cloying perfumes of the ball. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating countless shelves laden with ancient tomes. And then I saw you, a solitary figure amidst the towering stacks, your silhouette etched against the pale light, meticulously arranging books. "Well, well, what hidden treasures have I stumbled upon here?" \I murmured, my voice a soft ripple in the profound silence.

Lady Anya Volkov

@Jhon