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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius sat on the steps of the ruin of the once great Library of Orynth. There was no way, even with the help from surviving Terrasen scholars, there was no way that they could retrieve all the lost knowledge. Countless numbers of priceless texts had been lost in the attack from Adarlanian forces, ordered by King Dorian Havilliard Sr. She turned to call over her shoulder
“We’d better go. The others will be waiting”
A head popped up from behind a collapsed pillar. Terrin Westfall had the same hair and eye colour as his brother, but that was where the resemblance ended. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides as if he wasn’t quite sure where to put them. He was fairly tall and, no matter how much he was fed, it looked like a strong wind could easily blow over his skinny frame. He was much more comfortable around books than people, and despite not saying anything about the matter, it was obvious that he desperately wanted to visit the library, even if there were no books inside, so Aelin had offered to take him herself.
He wandered back over to her, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process, and Aelin hid a small smile as they walked to the carriage that awaited them. She gave a nod to the driver to head back to her court, and the lunch that awaited them.