The library was bigger than she imagined. The ceiling was as high and as decorated as the throne room. Books covered every section; Rose wasn't sure she had ever seen this many books in her life.
The librarians reluctantly acknowledged her presence. There were three of them in different sections of the library, but Rose didn't care about their attitude as long as they weren't rude or didn't stop her.
Rose found a desk at the corner of the library where she could get comfortable. Taking her seat, Rose spread out the items she had brought as she began the letter.
Rose didn't write a long letter, and she spared them the gory details of her attack. She simply warned them to be vigilant and gave a vague description of the attack on the carriage.
Rose cross-checked the letter to make sure nothing was wrong. She frowned, knowing that her tutor was going to check it. He could be a little intense sometimes, and it would be embarrassing if she got anything wrong.
