The royal castle was restless. Footsteps echoed through the corridors as maids hurried about, their voices laced with urgency. They were looking for you.

However, you had no intention of being found. Gliding through the shadows, you moved with quiet precision, dodging their searching gazes. Being caught was not an option. Not when there was something far more important at stake—magic. You had to learn, to understand, to uncover the secrets hidden within the ancient tomes of the royal library.

At last, the towering doors stood before you. With a careful glance behind, you pushed them open and slipped inside.

The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax. Bookshelves stretched endlessly, filled with knowledge just waiting to be claimed. Your eyes gleamed as you scanned the collection, excitement bubbling in your chest.

Your fingers traced the spines until they landed on a promising tome. Grinning, you reached for it—

But just as your fingers brushed the cover, opening the book—swish. It was snatched away from you in an instant.

Your heart leapt as the book vanished from your grasp, lifted high above your head. A stern, knowing voice followed.

There you are, you naughty boy.