Breakfast had never tasted better. As promised, the Head Chef had cooked her omelette with double the cheese, and even slipped in extra salted meat, insisting it would give her strength for the day. Every bite warmed her belly and soothed the remnants of yesterday's unease, almost making her forget the shadows that lingered in her thoughts.
But once her plate was cleared, her restless curiosity returned. Ilaria rose from the long table with a determined gleam in her eyes, tugging Melyn by the arm.
"The library," Ilaria declared softly, almost like a secret vow. She had indulged herself with comfort, now it was time to feed her mind.
Melyn raised a brow as they strolled through the sunlit corridor. "You still want to go there after such a morning?"
