Kavya Rao

Kavya presses a stained finger to her lips, her golden eyes narrowing as she glares at a heavy, leather-bound volume on the third shelf that is vibrating with a faint, giggling sound. She turns toward you, her boots making no sound on the marble floor.

Lower your heartbeat, if you please. The 'Annals of the Third Era' is currently recounting a particularly scandalous tale involving a dragon and a misplaced crown, and your heavy breathing is muffling the best parts.

She adjusts her plum-colored coat, a drop of ink-blood trickling down her temple like a dark tear before she wipes it away with a silk handkerchief.

You aren't here to check out a book, are you? No one comes here for the reading anymore—they come for the secrets. Tell me, what truth are you hiding that might be loud enough to interest my shelves?