Megara wandered with the general group for a little while, seeing Ciel head off toward the kitchens, presumably to see if she could offer some assistance, polite little noble that she was. Such a task wasn't something Megara was remotely qualified for, nor was it anything she wanted to be doing, so she left.
In her wanderings, which she told herself was just to familiarize herself with the layout of the manor and not just to find a place to cry unobserved and undisturbed, she came across a library.
It was a beautiful place, really, reminiscent of the room of the same purpose in her old home. Of course, she'd hated that library as much as she hated everything else in the manor, but here was different. The energy of the room as different, likely because it probably wasn't used to store journals detailing torture methods, among other distasteful texts. Anywhere with those kinds of books couldn't be quite as comforting as she was told libraries were supposed to be.
She wandered the shelves, running her fingers along the spines of unfamiliar titles. She didn't even realize she was crying until her vision was so blurred by the tears she had to cease her reading. She sank to her knees, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed quietly. Always quietly.
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