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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."

one last quizzical look, I sat down on a nearby bench and opened 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 all of them, no matter what age or gender they were, shared... very similar features with

my mom,

once again. "This is your

and every one of the people depicted in this book were related to me somehow. The entire history of my family was written

with a mixture of shock and confusion written

what does this have to do with what we were talking about

the bench beside me. She leaned close and flipped through the pages until she came

the yellowed page with her

with a high forehead, a narrow nose with a prominent ridge, and brown eyes that almost seemed to pierce into me

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

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

she... she suspected that a member of her staff was tasked with assassinating her family," I murmured. My eyes widened as I continued down the page. "Oh

lineage," my mother

no words would come as I stared down at

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

she was a princess,"

common room was dimly lit by a flickering fire in the fireplace as my friends and I all sat around, lounging on the plush furniture after dinner. I was curled up in the crook

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

day of training. "Maybe you'll wind up in that book one day,"

Enzo and I both looked up to see Matt standing over us. He softly cleared

standing. Enzo stood along with me and