I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teeter… - Sarah J. Maas

In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.

She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young — no, new. It made his chest ache.

Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.

No. I can survive well enough on my own — if given the proper reading material.

He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.