No, No. None Of That For Now

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—West Wing of The Hadron Mansion—

Yelena was lying on the bed in the medical bay reading through a book— a book of stories and fantasies and myths all about chivalry and Prince Charming. 

She had read that book and others many times over her Three Centuries of 'imprisonment' mostly because she never could get any new material and had to stick to whatever was in her Family's library. It was the only part of the Mansion the looters had not cared to rob when they stripped it of its valuables. 

Apparently, they didn't think books were worth much. 

Yelena disagreed. 

Books were her solace. The only way she could 'see' out of the four walls of the Mansion. The only references she could refer to and get an inking of what life was like for normal people. 

She never really got tired of reading this novel in particular but she would be lying if she said she was paying attention to the words on the page.