Talia begins to get restless. It had been four days since she managed to sneak into the maze for a brief moment of freedom. A young boy knocks on her door as she begins plotting another attempt. He is about 14 years old with curling silver hair cut short around his ears. He is smiling, but the gesture does not reach his eyes. They are a deep topaz, but they are hard. His eyes look ancient.
"Lord Lucian is waiting for you, Miss. I am to escort you to the library." He says with a small bow of his head. Her heart gives a tiny squeeze, but her mind is wary of what awaits her during these “lessons”. She follows the boy silently through the castle to a part a great distance from her room. This wing is large and made of smooth granite stones and tile flooring. A major staircase winds around and
