Chapter 12
Benayeem was in the palace library for the first time, and it was nothing like what he had expected. The walls were high and glowing with paintings, with more history of Maween depicted on every inch. But he stared at the stacks of books, piled on every surface, so thick he could barely see the tables underneath. To be honest, he would have imagined it neater. Apparently, there was some sort of order in the madness, though, because as soon as he put a finger on one of the stacks, a short, thin man hurried toward him. The man’s white-streaked hair was in locks that cascaded down his back. His dark skin was scattered with even darker spots, concentrated on his cheeks and nose. He was vibrating with irritation, and the music coming from him was quick and complicated.
“Is there so
