Fake Princess
CHAPTER 68
Outside the library, the clock in the hall chimed twice and fell silent. While resting on my elbow, I poked my temple and thought about putting my head on the table. But no, I was near, so close to the success of reading the runes that I almost imagined myself standing at the door of the king of Ardan, seeing them open before me. I had to keep trying, even though I was tired enough to be able to fall asleep on an uncomfortable library wooden chair.
I've been researching it for hours, only stopping to devour dinner and returning to the library before my stomach was done rumbling. Attempts to translate the ancient runes written at the bottom of the map were a slow process. Every now and then I consider taking her to Paula who I think can read without the help of a dozen moldy and fragile books. However, whenever I felt desperate for his own answer and was about to raise the map to bring it to Paula, I imagined Devan's face as I told her that I shared our secret with others.
Every time that happened, I sighed and swore I would find out about these runes that irritated me a little longer. And finally, late at night, which prevented me with his answer only four rune letters that had not been successfully translated.
Sentence, breakup. It means definitely a sentence. It can't be fish. Royal blood? No. gabe. Definitely not. I wrote the words on my paper. There were only three rune letters left to translate, I realized it while having goosebumps.
But I didn't manage to do it. The clock in the passage rang three times, then four times, and the last three rune letters remained untranslated. It seemed like in any Paula book I could not find any rune letters that truly resembled the rune letters written on the map. Every time I feel like I've found it, I realize that one of the angles is different, or that the curve is circular in the wrong direction.
After leaving room for an empty piece of parchment, I dipped the pen into the ink container and slowly wrote down my notes. Then, sighing in excitement, I read the words that had left me and Devan confused all this time;
Look, all who seek to find the King's door. Please be aware that the Door will only appear for someone who has royal blood and royal sentences.
Those words, so sharp and normal, looked at me from the parchment, for some reason my own handwriting looked foreign and strange. That's why the door never showed itself to us, my mind grimly. We searched in the right place, but I didn't have royal blood, so the door never showed up. Disappointment is contrary to the spirit of this discovery. I had imagined myself successfully opening the door, and now, unless Diana stood beside me, I would never be able to do so. A clever spell, that's what Paula would say. This was truly a secret that was only created for the royal family, a secret that was useless without the royal family.
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