Inside of the Azure's magnificent library, rows of selves stretched from end to another. The space was not that vast, but by the looks of it, it was really well maintained. The ceiling was high raised making the library appear broader.
Everywhere Nilana's eyes went, books upon books blessed her eyes. Something about books calmed her inner soul. Even though she came across very few of it in her lifetime, she had found solace every time she got the luck to read one. Even though countryside commoners like them had the opportunity to learn basic writing and reading the basic tongue of Windspire thanks to late King Severus. But Nilana had none of that growing up, because she was the 'foster child' to her parents.
