She couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but Livia had placed many books about imperial politics, economics, and history on the shelves, while miscellaneous and encyclopedic books were relatively scarce, with only one out of ten books falling into that category.
Although Amalia didn't know how much weight her sister held among the royal family, since she bore the Valeria surname, it was only natural to learn more about the empire.
There was nothing strange about that.
It was just a pity that someone like her, destined never to leave the castle, would find no use in reading so much.
The so-called descriptions of the outside world in the books were nothing more than a form of self-comfort.
Patiently finishing the last few chapters, Amalia looked up at the clock. It was exactly 10:00. Livia would be here soon.
Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Amalia closed the book, stepped into her small leather shoes, and walked down the spiral staircase with a tap-tap sound.
