AMELIA’S POV
Amelia had spent weeks training with relentless intensity under King Roderick's guidance, her abilities growing sharper every day.
Yet, despite the physical progress, she felt an emptiness that no amount of sparring or tactics could fill.
Questions about her mother and her father’s death haunted her thoughts, gnawing at her resolve like an insidious shadow.
One night, the weight of unanswered questions became unbearable, and she wandered through the palace corridors, unable to sleep.
She found herself in the vast royal library, its towering shelves illuminated by the flicker of enchanted candles.
Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, their leather-bound spines gleaming under the soft light.
The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air, a sharp contrast
