ng into the fragile realm of sleep, a loud shattering sound, pierced the silence like a thunderclap, making her eyes fly open, and her heart slamming against

that traveled in the air. On reaching the bottom floor, she is turned to the corner trying to trail the noise, leading to the courtyard. On getting there she froze at the doorway as the sight of a po

s laying on the ground. Her presence went unnoticed until she let out a soft scream; her scream soft yet loud enough to be heard by the man standing meters away. He turned looking at her as their gaze fought to meet in the darkness. His aura st

k of where she was and what was happening, later understanding where she was and how she got here. Zara carefully sat up, expecting a banging headache, but to her surprise, it wasn't so, she did in fact feel well-rested. Suspiciously, there wasn't any single sound coming f

her hair in the bedroom. Two of the housemaids downstairs had already noti

wake." The older

le.... So we Don't make any noise to disrupt her

a whole day though." T

through, it must have been a sole trigger to her losin

lightly, the door creaked open as it revealed a grand library. From floor to ceiling, it had shelves lined up and all filled with book that smelled of ink and time. The silenced inside depicted warmth and sacredness. Taking the place in, Zara felt a flicker of peace, one she has not felt in days. Walking deeper into the room, her hand made trails across the spine of shelved books as her soul searched for the one that was fitting. Deeper into the library, a corner by the window, was a dusty blue armchair, and a side chair with a bo

e you doing here?" A

eal." Zara sa

seeing your face again." The unknow

esting." She tho

ouse like you aren't even aware of what is happening. Zara is here and I don't want you ruining things f

mean to me, she isn't h

eally south if she had seen you." Mic

rkers?" The

And these ones have a strict policy of no communication with her only when spoken

am echoing kiss. While Zara sat still processing w

nwh

in between his brows, as he wondered where she would have been. Worried, he began searching, from her bathroom to the guest rooms, and he found

aircase, making the house staffs to scramb

ne had seen her , until the butcher a

, as he pointed towards the e

and there she was, curled up in the chair by the window, with a book placed in her lap as she tilted her head to read, with her hair strand fallen across her face. Crossing the room to meet her, their eyes meet, lock