>>Aelin
I found myself back in the room where I had once stayed. The space was the same as I remembered—quiet, forgotten, tucked away in a corner of the castle no one will ever come to visit. I closed the heavy metal door behind me softly, the faint click echoing in the silence.
This room had been a strange sort of sanctuary for me once. Not because it was comforting—no, it was far from that—but because of the two things that had kept me mildly amused during those long, suffocating days.
The first was the small library next door. I had spent countless hours there, flipping through pages, losing myself in the words. I had read almost every book on the shelves, devouring them one by one. But the ones on the top most shelf had always remained out of reach.
I had no ladder here and the stool wasn't high enough to help me grasp what was just beyond my fingers.
Right next to the library was my room and in that room is the second reason.
