Iona opened the thick book in her lap as she rested on the back of the couch. The room was cold despite warm wooden furnishings and she had an urge to start the hearth, but there were no logs inside. Moreover, if she lit the fire in it, she was sure to attract attention. She curled her legs tightly beneath her, put one hand inside her fur cloak and opened the first page. It was an old, yellow page that felt thin like butterfly's wings in her hands. If she as much as, used even a little force to turn the pages, she was sure they would crumble under pressure. The book was definitely old and she wondered how ancient records it contained. But she was interested in just one record… that of Etaya.
She turned the first page, then the next, next until she found it boring to even go through the paragraphs that contained records of ancient princes and princesses and who all they married, their children.
