The quiet of the library was exactly what I needed—a sanctuary from the chaos of the day. I had skipped breakfast again, as usual, which meant I could enjoy a rare moment of solitude. The musty smell of old books mixed with the faint scent of coffee from the nearby café, creating a perfect atmosphere for getting lost in a book. The novel in my hands wasn’t anything special, just something to pass the time, but it didn’t matter. It was my little escape, a way to drown out the noise of the world around me.

I settled deeper into the chair, adjusting my position for comfort as I turned the page. The silence was soothing, and I could feel my body relax, finally free from the usual pressures. But just as I started to get lost in the words, that fragile peace was shattered.

The door to the library creaked open, and I didn’t even need to look up to know it was an imbecile who had just walked in. The disturbance was palpable—footsteps heavy, someone who clearly had no respect for the quiet that filled the room. I could already feel my irritation rising.

I slammed my book shut with a sharp snap, the sound echoing louder than I intended. My eyes narrowed as I glanced at the intruder, the annoyance bubbling up inside me like a kettle on the verge of boiling over.

“What do you need, you filthy peasant?” I spat, my voice dripping with disdain. I stood up slowly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as I rose to my full height, towering over him. I could see the moment his confidence faltered, his posture shrinking as he took in my glare.

I didn’t care that he probably hadn’t done anything wrong. He had just broken the fragile bubble of peace I had spent the last hour building. And that was enough to make him the target of my anger. “Speak quickly, or leave,” I added coldly, my tone dismissive as I stared down at him.