Ayana glared at her before looking again at the fire. Sensing that the Marchioness wasn't in the mood for conversation, the teenage girl got up and looked around the room again. 'The cards look well used. It's got to be Bard.'
On the shelves, she noticed a small section of books on birds and another of what looked like romance novels. On both shelves were books that looked like they had read several times. She laughed, knowing exactly who was reading those. It was a black book on an upper shelf that caught her attention next. All the books on the shelf looked to be brand new. These were obviously just filler, not the well-loved tomes on the other shelves. She pulled it down and on the other shelves. She pulled it down and laughed uncontrollably.
"What is it now?" Ayana stood and walked over to the teenage girl. She couldn't speak and just held the book out.
'Goethe's Faust.'
"I still don't see what is so funny."
