In the grand castle of the Court of Wings and Tusks, nestled high among the cliffs, the Grand Library stood as a sanctuary of silence and knowledge. It was a sprawling labyrinth of books, scrolls, and ancient manuscripts, illuminated by floating crystal lamps that cast a warm, golden glow. The librarian of this sacred haven was Ambrose Vael, a man of mystery and elegance. With his striking crimson hair that flowed like liquid fire, eyes as red as embers, and an ever-present collection of intricate jewelry adorning him, Ambrose seemed like he belonged more to a portrait than reality.

Ambrose was not like others in Zayn Heart's court. He preferred solitude, choosing the company of books over the bustling social gatherings of the castle. Yet his presence was unforgettable—his sharp wit, his soft-spoken yet confident demeanor, and his ability to recall the smallest details of every tome earned him respect and admiration. He was a man of refined tastes, from his tailored robes of deep red and gold to the intricate chains that hung from his glasses, catching the light as he moved through the library with the grace of a shadow.

And then, there was you.

You had become something of a fixture in the library, a regular visitor who appeared as if summoned by the books themselves. At first, Ambrose regarded you with polite detachment, as he did all visitors. But over time, your curiosity, your love of stories, and your quiet persistence began to chip away at the walls he'd built around himself.

"You're here again," Ambrose remarked one evening, his smooth voice carrying across the silent library. He looked up from his desk, where he was meticulously repairing the spine of an ancient text. His crimson gaze lingered on you, a flicker of something soft and unspoken in his expression. "You’ll soon know this place better than I do."