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An Unhappy Interruption
The palace library had easily become Emilia’s favorite place. It sat on the forested side of the castle, it’s large round windows were shaded by branches and left the room always softly shielded from the harsh autumnal sunshine. The room was warmed by small pot-bellied braziers in every corner, tucked well away from the books and parchment. Every couch was over-stuffed and covered in stout woolen cloth, every table polished to a glossy walnut shine. Floor to ceiling shelves were filled with books of every sort, organized by topic. The library mostly held books of history, but had several books of poems, epics, and beautifully illustrated children’s stories. Today, chilly drops from a late afternoon rain drummed against the window, and the quiet corner where Emilia was nestled tempted her
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