Isaiah should've felt bad for asking them to give back their stolen heirloom, but his curiosity couldn't wait.
"Really?" The woman asked in disbelief.
"I'll pay for it." Isaiah offered.
"Ma, just let him take the damn thing," The daughter spoke up. "It's not like you'll let anyone else read it."
The woman contemplated in her head for a few seconds, then she sighed and opened her daughter's sac.
She pulled out a book, it was tall and looked extremely old. The cover was a light brown that was too dirty for grey, but too under-saturated for normal brown. The text was small, too small for Isaiah to make out.
"Thank you, Madame." Isaiah shooted her a thankfully nod and walked away.
"Sir?" The woman called out. Isaiah turned back around. "Never come back to my shop again."
Isaiah only nodded in understanding and went to the palace.
He dropped down on his bed and took out his new book.
My best lineage
There was once a time where the nobles had to make a choice. A time where they couldn't rely on Givers to answer their prayers for them.
The old King-All-Noble had to choose an heir, normally it would be the eldest.
However, they had no idea who the eldest was.
You see, The King-All-Noble had twins. Nobody but the mother and doctors were allowed in the emergency room. The order of their birth was a complete mystery.
Their mother died after birth, and the doctors were sworn to secrecy.
The kingdom was desperate for an heir, going from democracy to torturing the midwives who delivered the twins for information.
Finally, they decided on a challenge. A duel, a battle. Whoever wins gets the throne.
The date of the battle was November 7 1370.
Prince Arthur was ready, swords strapped by his side and a stadium full of people to impress.
Prince Mordred wasn't there.
Arthur began showcasing his sword skills, suspecting that Mordred was hiding in his cowardice.
After exactly 14 minutes and 19 seconds, Prince Mordred arrived.
Though, he did not make the mistake of coming alone.
Mordred sore across the skies on an indescribable beast.
Until that day, a dragon had not been seen since the days of the Givers. They were regarded as humongous, cruel and untamable creatures.
And the reputation of those beasts was not helped when Prince Mordred flew over the stadium on one of them.
Panic overtook the people as they noticed the thing overshadowing them.
Prince Arthur did not run.
He was planted solely in the middle of the arena, looking up at his brother.
He was speechless, regarding the way the dragon flew in circles, and how Mordred looked at home on top of it.
They were one, dragon and rider.
It was a beautiful dance of arms and wings, and Arthur was truly encapsulated.
The thing that snapped him out of his trance was the smell of burning flesh.
Isaiah read the first chapter and noticed that this book was sort of a myth on the royal family of the late 1300s.
This story could very much be true, based on what the king has told his children, it could be possible that he has hid a whole twin brother from the kingdom.
But, the most likely route is that this book is fully fiction and just the product of someone's imagination running wild.
Thinking about his potential uncle was a thought process too complex and untamable to play with.
So, Isaiah forgot all about prince Mordred and his massacre.