Lestor turned a page in the book, then glanced up at Lucia next to him, who was frowning over something she was reading. A plethora of books lay open before the girl, and Lestor had put his own book down to lean against Lucia and look at what she was reading.
Her lover was making notes in her spidery writing style, still not confident even after two years of lessons. After all, she had never been taught to read or write in her youth.
Lestor shamelessly glanced at the notes and after several moments began to realize where Lucia was going with her studies. She felt a bolt of sadness run through him.
She ran gentle fingers through Lucia’s hair, bringing his lover’s attention to him. “You are going through all the kings’ and queens' biographies.”
Lucia blinked at him, her thoughts obviousl
