I walk into the room, there are books every where; in stacks on the floor or towering on tables and desks. But this isn't new. I have grown used to the sweet smell of a yellow paged book and books that are so old that you wonder how many lives it has touched or how many times has the pages been read.
As I make my rounds, cleaning up the seldom dirty clothes and yesterday's breakfast dishes, that were left untouched, and dusting the shelves, I knock over one of the towering stacks of books. I silently curse myself since now I have to pick up them up and it adds to the list of tasks that I need to do .
I finish dusting the desk, and move to the mess that I created on the floor. As I start to pick them up I notice one of my favourite titles from the Midgardian sector, Wuthering Heights. I have only a Asgardian duplicate, but this book comes from Earth. I quickly clean up my mess and finish my dusting as fast as possible. Once done with my daily chores, I plop into one of the grand leather chairs that decorate the room. Fascinated by this extraordinary treasure that I have found, I caress the leather bound book and open to the first page and get a whiff of the aged pages. I soon find myself thrust into another world that is so familiar to me, that I lose myself for hours. Eventually I fall asleep unwillingly, but only to be awoken by a grand door being closed and footsteps crossing the room. I hastily stood up knocking the book to the ground. I tried quickly picked it up, but I was not quick enough.
I stood awkwardly in front of a man, of whom I did not know, but I only could guess, it was Prince Loki. He stood tall, with his shoulders pressed back and chin held high. He had dark hair, that was as black as night that went down to his broad shoulders. His eyes were sky blue and shined with a glint of mischief, and now their gaze were resting upon me. He glanced down at my hands and saw the book, to only look back at me and say with deep melodic voice , "Looks like somebody is enjoying a classic." And then he flashed a smile that looked like he was up to no good. I dropped the book on the nearest stack , curtsied, and muttered a quick "sorry your Majesty." and scurried out of the door. I wrench the door open and glanced back at the prince, he was holding the leather bound book in his hands, silently chuckling to himself.