Patricia ran her fingers down the spine of another book, she wasn’t finding what she wanted. She huffed, not sensing the presence behind her and muttering, “One would think that the library of a king would have every book to be desired.”
“During these trying times, even the king doesn’t have everything.” Beverly replied. She came into the library to put in place a new bottle of wine in case anyone wanted to drink. “Is there a particular book you are looking for Miss Patricia?”











