"Hmm…" Ophelia hummed when she flipped a page and saw ancient scribbles. They resembled the writings on the bed found back in the Mavez Dukedom, the one that blessed a couple for heirs.
Once again, Ophelia found herself enchanted by the illegible writing. She felt her mouth move on its own, voices and whispers coming out as she began to read the ancient tongue. She was like a woman possessed by a spirit, her lips moving on its own accord, until strange sounds came out. Then, she began to lose a grasp of reality, her eyes burning, her scalp tingling, and her palms began to glow an unnatural purple.
"What are you reading?"
Ophelia jumped at the sudden intrusion, spinning from her seats. She scrambled to hide the book behind her, but the person effortlessly picked up the pages. She concealed her hands behind her, realizing she had been caught in another trance.
The woman seemed to realize it, her sharp eyes watching over Ophelia.
