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THE LIBRARY HAD BECOME a sacred space for Rosalie, one of the few places she felt comfortable letting her guard completely down. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves, housing hard-bound books, their spines lined with cracks as a testament of their age. The Persian carpet was a deep shade of maroon, with golden vines carefully arranged in an beautiful pattern. There was a long, polished table with twelve intricately carved chairs on one side of the room, while the other contained a sofa set with cushions in cool autumn tones.
An enormous window allowed sunlight to stream through the room, and a chandelier hung in the middle of the room if darkness descended. Being surrounded by volumes upon volumes of books had a calming effect on her. Truly, she thought of it as the best room in the Mikaelson residence.
When she wasn't thinking about the hurt that followed Nik's rejection, Rosalie's mind wandered over to her nature. She was confused why she was craving vampire blood in the first place. The Monet was well-aware of how vampires were made, and they drank human blood, neither points matching with her condition.
As a standard of purity, the Divine was supposed to oppose the supernatural. She couldn't think of a reason why she was what she was, and doing so only made her head hurt. Rosalie drowned her thoughts in a hard-bound copy of Alice in Wonderland, the very one that she read to Willow at night.
It was bittersweetㅡrevisiting something she valued, while missing her deeply. Though Rosalie would give anything for a last goodbye to her, she knew in her bones that Willow was contented.
The door creaked open, distracting her from her thoughts. A pit hollowed her stomach, and she didn't dare check who had entered.
For a while, Nik could only stand by the entrance, awkwardly looking around the room as though he had never seen it before. From this view, her position on the couch was visible. Sunlight filtered through the windows and illuminated the room, a few rays caught in her chestnut brown hair. She was sitting lazily, and making it look elegant all the same.
Eventually, Nik mustered up the courage and cleared his throat, "Rosalie."
She gave no indication that she heard him, merely continuing to read her book. Was it petty? Probably. Did she care? Not in the slightest.
"I was uh, thinking." He stumbled over his wordsㅡwhich hasn't happened in a long time. "Maybe consuming vampire blood is good for your health."
The hybrid cringed, only realizing what his statement implied. God, why was he being a blubbering idiot? "Not thatㅡthat's not what I meantㅡ"
