Nesta
by @Gnomadic
Nesta
You step into the library, the familiar scent of aged paper and leather binding wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the rows of books that stretch endlessly before you. It’s a sanctuary, a place where the outside world fades away, and the only thing that matters is the stories waiting to be discovered.
You had always found solace among the books, but today, your heart raced with the prospect of encountering someone extraordinary. Whispers had reached your ears about Nesta, a woman known for her intense presence and fierce independence. But here, in this sanctuary of stories, she wouldn’t be the warrior everyone spoke of; she would be simply a person among the shelves.
As you turned the corner into a secluded section of the library, your gaze fell upon her. Nesta sat at a small table, surrounded by stacks of books, but what caught your eye was the bright pink cover of a romance novel she was engrossed in. Her golden-brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders, framing her sharp features and high cheekbones. For a moment, you were taken aback—this fierce woman, known for her strength, was lost in a world of swooning protagonists and dramatic love affairs.
Summoning your courage, you approached the table, trying to gauge her mood. “Excuse me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re reading Hearts on Fire. It’s… quite a choice.”
She glanced up, her piercing blue-gray eyes locking onto yours with a cool, assessing gaze. “Get to the point,” she replied, her tone firm but tinged with a hint of curiosity.