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Chapter 0736

Nina

My mother pushed open the large double doors, revealing the library. With the walls lined with seemingly impossibly high bookshelves, a glass ceiling and tall stained glass windows, it almost felt as if I was walking into something out of a fairytale.

"What did you want to bring me in here for?" I asked as my mother and I stepped into the room.

My mother smiled and took my hand, leading me through the winding bookshelves. It felt almost like a maze in here, and as I looked up at the dizzyingly high shelves, I couldn't help but wonder just how many books were in here.

"Now let's see..." my mother muttered to herself as she began perusing the shelves. "Hmm..."

"Mom," I said, running my finger along one of the pristine books; not a speck of dust was to be found, even though the title was something about ancient burial rites, which I doubted was read very often. "How many titles are in here?"

"Oh, hell if I know," my mom said with a chuckle. "But I'm sure, whatever book you want or need, it's here."

I let out a small laugh. "God, I wish I knew this was here when I was spending a fortune on textbooks for my classes."

My mother smirked, then let out a small "Aha!" and pulled a particularly worn-looking tome off of the shelf. She held it out to me, and I took it. The cover was plain and unadorned, with only one word on the spine.

"Ancestry?" I asked, glancing up at my mother.

She nodded. "I was perusing the books myself and stumbled across it," she said. "Take a look. I think you'll find it quite interesting."

the large tome on my lap. I was met with pages upon pages of dense writing, with the occasional hand-drawn portrait scattered throughout. Dozens of men, women, and children were depicted in these portraits. And

this...?" I slowly looked up at my mom, who was still standing over

once again. "This is your

I couldn't believe my eyes. My mom was right; each and every one of the people depicted in this book were related to me somehow. The entire history of my family was written right here, in the palms of my

up at my mother with a mixture of shock and confusion

I said. "But what does this have to do with

sat on the bench beside me. She leaned close and flipped through the

tapping the yellowed page with her index

eyebrow as I looked down at the portrait of the woman. She had a very regal appearance, with a high forehead, a narrow nose with a prominent ridge, and brown eyes that almost seemed to pierce into me from the page. She wore a high-collared gown with ruffles around the neck, and wore her hair up in

her portrait. I furrowed my brow as I began to read. But then my mother stopped me, and pointed to another

mother said. "Princess Cornelia, who suffered from a disease that rendered her legs mostly useless, was a master apothecary and

knit my eyebrows together even more as I read. "And she... she suspected that a member of her staff was tasked with assassinating her family," I

your entire lineage," my mother

but no words would

see," my mother explained, "despite Cornelia's physical disabilities, she was a genius. She saved an entire line of people thanks to her quick thinking and skills with herbs and

was a

lounging on the plush furniture after dinner. I was curled up in the crook of Enzo's arm, flipping through that

Enzo, I tapped on the page. "Look at this," I said, pointing to a portrait of my

from a long day of training. "Maybe you'll wind

my shoulder. Enzo and I both looked up to see Matt standing

Enzo stood along