Silvy hesitated, then nodded with curiosity and followed Ricca through the halls of the mansion, past towering bookshelves and paintings of previous lords.
Eventually, they entered a quiet library. Ricca gently handed her a thick, ornate book and motioned to a nearby chair.
"Start with this one. It covers the fundamentals of noble relationships and courtship customs."
Silvy nodded, cracking open the book with wide eyes.
For the next hour, silence hung in the library—punctuated only by the flipping of pages and, occasionally, Silvy's horrified expressions.
Her ears twitched. Her eyes narrowed. Her face turned red, then pale, then red again.
Finally, with a dramatic slam, Silvy shut the book and stood up, her expression blank and vaguely traumatized.
"Nope, nope nope nope."
She muttered.
She stormed out of the library without another word, her steps purposeful, clearly on a mission to find Kyle—and maybe, just maybe, make him answer for what she'd just read.
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