Rosella was in the castle’s library. She was searching for something for day and night, like a crazy young girl.
“Lady Rosella, may I help you with anything?”, the librarian lady walked towards her, observing her madness. She knew Lady Rosella very well. Unlike others she liked to read and used to come to the library every often, almost everyday. The library was huge. Millions of books were hidden there. No one knew what else was there in this library.
She saw lady Rosella was looking for something in ancient history. She was taking the books one after another, opening it and throwing it away on the ground after reading a few pages. Then she was searching for another one. Lady Rosella was always very polite and tolerant. Her behaviour was saying something went terribly wrong for her.
