(1) Every Wednesday Morning

Every Wednesday morning she would once again leave her. The nannies were finally able to wake and the maids were able to coax her into a dress. These days she was dressed simply, with lavish gowns and pendants nowhere in sight. Her hair remains woven into a tangled braid as she wandered the grounds, her sharp golden eyes turning into a dull brown. She would spend all day quietly walking through the tall weaving shelves as she tried to waste all the time she could within the books of the library. Staring blankly at book after book she simply wanders through the looming shelves he had set up so long ago.