A.N: Yayayay! Hii guys! Finished my last midterm eleven hours ago, got the rest of the week off! So that means frequent updates this week, and since I won't be drowning in midterm stuff, faster here on out! Yayyyyyy! Alright. So 8 'oclock, let's how many chapters I can shoot out. :D Going on a few ideas I've been thinking of in the past update-less days.
Title: The Library
Word Count: 376
The libraries of Alamut were dressed in darker, calmer colors than the rest of the palace, and the whole room was of a deep, rich color scheme. Tamina had always loved to come here when she wanted some peace and quiet, there were guards outside of course, but they never saw the need to come in. And it was now that the library saw the princess of Alamut sitting on a chair, with a closed book in front of her, it was a week after the Persian's proposal (and quite frankly, she still could not comprehend why she had accepted), and she needed to think properly.
Opening the cover, his face flashed through her mind, and she wondered what he was doing right now…pushing the thought from her mind; she turned to first page, and lost herself in the world of fiction. Time passed fluidly, as she read, a plate of fruits beside her, and she read and read and read, her concentration broken only when the wooden gate opened. She looked up serenely, and despite herself, smiled at her peace's intruder.
"Hello, Princess."
Dastan said nothing besides the usual greeting and went to take a seat directly across from her. Tamina's voice rang through, and she didn't seem angry that her peace had been broken.
"Alamut has plenty of books, help yourself Prince Dastan." She gives him an amused gaze as he gets up and wanders aimlessly about, trailing his hands on the titles. He finally picks a novel, and sits down again.
He stares at her, entranced thoroughly, drinking in her every motion, her serene stillness, but when she looks up at him with a raised eyebrow, his glance darts to the book in front of him. He appears to be actually reading, she is surprised that he can read, was he not born an orphan? He plays his gazing off with silence, and as soon as she looks away, he gazes back upon her. How exactly does her expect her to read?
"Prince Dastan, if your brothers knew just how smitten you are by me, " she says finally, putting her hand under her chin, looking at him directly with a slight smirk, "-I doubt you would ever hear the end of it."
A.N: Alright, I think that'll be all for today, I'll try to have a bunch more tomorrow! See ya guys!