A/N: Thanks Detective! This story won't have the longest updates. I only have 3k to play with, so I'm going to milk it as much as possible. They'll slowly get a little longer as time goes on though!
4.
Sieg has a whole wing to herself now. She keeps to it. She can't hurt books. Except in her dreams. Then she cuts into walls and rips windows like paper and hates herself, hates, hates, hates-
There are always meals from whisper-quiet servants. They smell like fear. She has to hold herself down so she doesn't snap their necks. Sieg is tempted to tell them to be loud. Threats are from quiet people, not them.
But she doesn't. She dips her head whenever the food goes down and sleeps on the floor in a sleeping back.
She is too tired most of the time after a while, so the bookshelves go untouched, living on their last legs. She spends so much time sleeping, she thinks her first friend is a dream.
But she's not. At the age of ten years, Victoria Dahlgrun walks into her world with big solemn eyes and a fierce frown that doesn't balk at the destruction. She flinches, but that seems to be par for the course.
What isn't is when she steps forward and takes her hand. "Hello. You don't scare me."
Five words are all it takes to shake her heart.