Eirin made her way to the backyard of one of the buildings, clutching her bread and banana milk. She hadn't realized this particular spot bordered the library's rear, or that one of its window led directly to the farthest end of the silent archives.
"I've been telling you, you should keep everything proper, Mr. Cromwell. How are you going to regain the Queen's favor this way?"
A booming voice from the nearby window made Eirin jump. Her head tilted instinctively, and curiosity pulled her gaze to the window. There, she spotted familiar jet-black hair and a constant grumpy expression.
'It's Shade Cromwell. Has he been here the whole week?' Eirin wondered, her gaze sweeping across a room overflowing with towering bookshelves. It was the hidden room of the library.
The young man near the window stood up, and Eirin instantly ducked out of sight.
