It had taken me a day to recover my wits and get ready to see whoever the King claimed would help us with decoding the Prophecy. I did not get much sleep, my mind plagued with nightmares of the library keepers voice and touch. I tossed and turned and even woke up in cold sweats with heaving pants escaping me.
It was safe to say that I was beyond tired, the evidence shown beneath my eyes as dark patches marred the skin there. I was grateful for Ava for not commenting on them as she quietly packed a bag of clothes for me to take when I travelled with the King.
The conversation that I had with the King in the infirmary was the most pleasant, no hostility present whatsoever. I had not seen him since then, I made a guess that he was preparing as well. If not, he had a mountain of duties to
