Chapter 9. Majesty

I jumped to my feet and hit my head off a low-hanging shelf; I held onto my head and winced at the pain as I made myself known to the visitor.

I could hear his laughter as I walked out of the book aisle.

Crown Prince Martin.

I was relieved that it was him and not Prince William. Prince Martin was my most frequent visitor because he shared my passion for books. He was the only Prince that came to visit the library. I wouldn't exactly call us friends, but he had become someone that I felt comfortable enough to talk to about literature.

"I'm sorry," Martin chuckled as he approached me.

Like William, Martin was a tall man and nicely built. But unlike William, Martin proved to be much kinder and gentler.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said as he rubbed the tender spot on my head that I had hit off the shelf.

I smiled up at him.

"It's okay, your majesty," I said, bowing my head slightly at him. "We just got a new collection of b