Eliza looked around him in fascination, as much as he dared. There were books on nearly every shelf, each one looking different from one another, and certainly, each one held its own world of information. Then, he heard a door open and close.
Eliza turned to the king and found he had changed his clothes. How many times did he change his clothes? Eliza had no idea, nor did he know where any of the books belonged in this library.
Atlas walked over to him, “We need some information on the heir that died right before I became king. I’ll remember his name in a second.”
Strange that he couldn’t remember his own brother’s name right off…
Eliza looked to the king, then back to the shelves. He too, could not remember the most previous heir. He had never met him, and he hadn’t heard a word about him. He couldn’t even recall the year he died, much less what year it was right now.
“Vincent! Vincent Ridley. He hasn’t been dead long, so I just need information on his lineage.” He glanced down at Eliza, “Did the guards leave your hands tied?”