Elowen sat in the royal library, her eyes scanning a text on foreign diplomacy, fingers tracing the delicate script. The quiet of the room was a rare solace, and for once, she allowed herself to linger in the peace of it, savoring the calm between the constant demands of the court. Breaking the stillness, she spoke without looking up.
“If you’ve come to interrupt me, make it quick.”
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