After breakfast, Thomas led me to the library, a vast room filled with towering shelves and leather-bound volumes that smelled of aged parchment and whispered secrets. I took a deep breath, ready to dive into the world of nobility and learn what I needed to know.
“Here we are, Young Master,” Thomas said, gesturing to the shelves. “You’ll find books on titles, household names, and their histories. It’s quite comprehensive.”
“Impressive,” I replied, glancing around. “I’ll need to go through these quickly. I can’t risk walking into a room and accidentally insulting someone.”
“Understood,” Thomas said, nodding. “Knowledge is essential in this environment.”
I scanned the titles, my curiosity piqued. I needed to understand the intricacies of my new life, starting with the Blackthorn family. As I flipped through the pages, I chuckled darkly at their proud lineage. Known for producing powerful heirs, both physically and magically, they had a legacy steeped in strength and skill. Their history was one of loyalty and valor, a solid foundation amidst my chaotic arrival.
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Hours passed as I immersed myself in the texts. The library was silent, save for the rustling pages and the ticking clock. The Blackthorns had not only protected their empire through countless battles but had also maintained their status as formidable leaders. Understanding their legacy felt crucial as I prepared for the challenges ahead.
When Thomas returned with more books, I looked up, feeling determined. “I need to know everything about this family and their history. It’s my only lifeline right now.”
“Of course, Young Master,” he replied. “The more you know, the better prepared you’ll be.”
“Also,” I added, lowering my voice, “this needs to stay between us. I don’t want my parents or anyone else knowing I’m digging into this.”
Thomas nodded solemnly. “Your secret is safe with me, Young Master.”
As I continued to read, Thomas paused at the door. “By the way, Young Master, I wanted to let you know that Lord Lucien will be coming to visit you due to your accident.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Lucien? Great. Just what I need—my future husband checking on me after my dramatic fall.”
“Indeed,” Thomas replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But it may be a good opportunity to get to know him better.”
With that in mind, I steeled myself for whatever this visit would bring. Understanding their past was essential for navigating my future, and I was determined to prepare myself for whatever lay ahead.