“Each king renovates the archives room according to his preference,” Nara explains. “The previous king hated the darkness and the stone flooring. He had it all replaced with marble.”
“Who laid the tiles?” I murmur without thinking.
Nara looks over her shoulder at me with a small smile. “I did.”
“Of course you did,” I mutter. “Silly me.”
Darian looks around. “How are we supposed to find information in all of this?”
Shelves filled with thick tomes line the walls, all the way up to the ceiling. It will take months to go through all of them.
“You can ask me what you want to know, and I will tell you,” the witch informs us. “I have memorized every book, journal, and entry within this place. I am the archive.”
Darian and I exchange another look. That’s not creepy at all.
“I want to know
