The grand doors of the Hale Library creaked open, revealing a sanctuary of splendor. Carved marble floors gleamed beneath golden chandeliers that dangled from the arched ceilings, casting warm halos across the endless walls of ancient books. Shelves lined like cathedral pillars, each marked with intricate elven symbols that shimmered faintly—proof of the Hale's access to enchanted tomes. At the center stood reading podiums and lavish sofas.
Elowen stepped into the hallowed space, her breath catching. She wore a simple ivory gown today, the fabric flowing, its sleeves sheer and embroidered with green leaf patterns that kissed her skin lightly. Modest, yet beautiful. Her hair was braided at the sides, her face bare of any paint—her beauty unhidden, and real.
And there he was.
