[Lavinia's POV — Carriage Ride—Later]
After that, Osric had insisted on stopping me from entering the Divine Library, and by the time people in the ceremonial hall realized I was missing, it was too late. Yet… the more their nervous whispers reached my ears, the more determined I became. That library held answers—answers about Papa, about Osric, and about the sudden, inexplicable tension I had felt during the Benediction.
One day… no matter what, I would uncover it.
"What are you thinking about, my dear?" Papa's voice, deep and resonant, cut through my thoughts.
Marshi yawned beside me, resting his head lightly on my lap, and I absently stroked his fur, feeling the warmth and weight of his calm presence.
"Just… this and that, Papa," I murmured, eyes drifting to the window. The streets of the capital city passed by in a blur of colors—merchants shouting, carts laden with sweets rattling along cobblestones, and children darting between crowds.
