>>5961246Your eyes idly drift to your luggage. you didn’t pack it yourself and didn’t get to tamper with it due to how fast you left, but maybe there’s a chance. Your servants should have known to pack at least something to keep you from boredom and you do have an admittedly small personal library. A lot of it is devoted to more informational materials though there’s a decent chunk of novels in there too. Some you would say are of a more romantic fashion, still all high literature though! You’d never read the filth that Cathrine has shown you on occasion! Never!
But perhaps a maid made a mistake and packed one of those types of books away? It can’t hurt to check, could it?
For some reason as you kneel and unclasp your luggage, you feel your heart rate increasing, and a small pressure in your head. Could it be something to do with the train’s magic perhaps? You aren’t informed enough to know, yet as you rummage past some clothes and other necessities the intensity of those feelings increase, all until your hand touches the hardcover of a book and pulls it out.
“Alice’s Adventures Under Ground? Or was it In Wonderland?” You whisper to yourself, you don’t remember reading this book before. Or even owning it. Yet, as you turn the marron-covered cover over you see it doesn’t actually have a title written on it. Why do you know the name of it? And why does the little girl on the cover seem so familiar?
You go back to your chair as you ponder these questions and relax fully into it. It’s probably something you read as a child, that’s the impression it gives off. But when you open the book you find every page blank, is this some sort of prank? Or is it some kind of notebook? Maybe?
The only thing you do know at this present moment is that
Your eyes
Are
Very
Heavy
