“𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐒” ━ ♕ [𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃]

[ghostie,]

♕ ━ bloodstains, ballgowns, trashin' the hotel room ━ ♕

twelve princes and princesses, one school. the first-born sons and
daughters of royalty from around the world have been sent off to a
luxurious boarding school in switzerland to learn how to "act like the
king or queen they will some day be". the teens, however, have other
plans. whatever it is, nothing is off limits when you're drowning in money.

*please note this is a revamp of an rp i created last year*
____________________________________________________
rules | characters| updates| discussion/character thread

[ghostie,]

// 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 //

one. all tess/cs rules apply
two. max of two characters per person. if you have two, you must have even genders
three. keep all forms and ooc discussion on the discussion thread
four. this is semi-lit. please try and write at least 200-ish words per character per post!
five. drama within the rp is encouraged but not outside of it
six. all genders, sexualities and races are welcome! date whoever you want, just not your own character (if you have two)
seven. please pm me for any reservations. they last 48 hours
eight. try to post regularly. if you are going to be away, pm me to let me know
nine. characters should be between 16-19 years old; countries cannot be used more than once
ten. please turn off signatures!
eleven. if you'd like a country not listed, pm me and i can change it!

[ghostie,]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

britain // adeline mountbatten | 17 | rhagfyre
france // charlotte monette | 17 | wildsight
russia // esther dmitriev | 18 | zephyrus.
italy // nicoletta beneventi | 17 | 'pearl
denmark // josephine alling | 18 | . wren .

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

germany // felix könig | 18 | rhagfyre
australia // oliver turner | 18 | brendon urie
scotland // duncan brice thornburn | 18 | tired-tremere
spain // ambrosio calleja | 18 | . wren .
monaco // jay coulda | 19 | daisy.chain

*if there is a country you would like to add, or to switch a country to a
different gender, pm me and we can sort it out!

[ghostie,]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

the campus // all other school buildings, etc. are located on campus grounds
the classroom // where all their academic classes are held, from algebra to world history
the hang-out space // their actual hang-out space; casual clothes, mini-fridge, video games; very un-royal-y stuff
the athletic center // for all their sports needs; fencing, basketball, volleyball, the works

rooms with a courtyard view: felix, charlotte, esther, jay, ambrosio
rooms with a view of the sports field: adeline, oliver, josephine, nicoletta, duncan

rooms come furnished with an aesthetic/theme of your character's choice. they all have a queen sized bed, dresser, night stand, flat screen tv, arm chair, bookshelf, floor lamp, walk-in closet, ensuite bathroom and a balcony.

this rp is set in a sort of dystopian present-day world. modern technology still exists, but countries are mostly all monarchies. for example, we could have a princess from America if someone wanted. they have phones, video games, etc.

𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

current weather; around 20 degrees celsius; mostly sunny; early september
current relationships; n/a
current plot; students are settling in; classes begin in two days

[ghostie,]

ＡＤＥＬＩＮＥ ＭＯＵＮＴＢＡＴＴＥＮ
( name. addy mountbatten ) ( role. princess of britain ) ( location. her room ) ( tags. open )

Laden with two suitcases and a purse, Adeline Mountbatten strolled up the walkway to the front doors of her new school. Her parents had shipped her off because they wanted her to be "more prestigious" and to "fit the image of the royal family". It's not that she didn't try, she was just clumsy and often made a fool of herself in front of very important people. The grand double doors swung open as the princess approached and she grinned, eager to begin this new chapter of her life. Once inside, a concierge took her bags and lead her to the dorms which were situated in a building a few hundred metres from the main building. All ten rooms were on the second floor of the building, the first floor being occupied by a small kitchenette, a relaxed hang out space, and a formal living room.

The concierge dropped Addy's bags off in her room and tipped his hat as he left. Smiling, she threw her purse onto her bed and started to explore her new room. It was large, with a queen sized bed, a night stand and a dresser all situated in the main area with lots of floor space. There was a flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed, and a plush white rug on the floor. They had been allowed to request a style of furnishing before arriving, and Addy was pleased to find the walls painted a very pale rose pink as per her request. There was a large walk-in closet to one side, and near the window in a bit of a nook was a comfy looking armchair, a lamp, and a bookshelf. She walked through a door into what she discovered was the bathroom, complete with modern furnishings.

Addy was surprised at the luxuriousness of the place. Sighing, she decided she better start unpacking. She sent a quick text to her family groupchat to let them know she had arrived, and set to unpacking her first suitcase.

ＦＥＬＩＸ ＫＯＮＩＧ
( name. felix könig ) ( role. prince of germany ) ( location. his room/lounge ) ( tags. open )

When the concierge brought Felix to his room, he was, quite frankly, shocked. It was much more grand than he had expected, and was surprised to find that most of his furnishing requests seemed to have been fulfilled. He certainly hoped so, seeing as his parents were forcing him to leave here for the next who knows how long. The walls were a dark gray and the large bed had a navy blue duvet. The rug on the floor was soft and light gray, and the window and balcony had a nice view of the courtyard below.

Felix sighed, happy that at the very least his room was nice. He didn't bother texting or calling his parents to let them know he made it safely, and instead flopped onto the bed. He didn't feel like unpacking yet, so he grabbed his phone and gave himself a once-over in the floor-length mirror. Wearing an army green bomber jacket over a white tee and slim fitting blue jeans, he felt good.

He headed back downstairs to explore the main floor of the building. He found himself in the kitchenette, pleasantly surprised to see there were already snacks and drinks. He grabbed a can of pop and took a sip. Continuing on, Felix came across the formal living area. The couches were pristine white, and nothing looked like it had ever been touched. He already knew he wouldn't be spending much time there. Finally, he found the lounge area. The large couches were situated opposite eachother, and there was a coffee table in the middle. A handful of bean bags littered the floor, and there was a massive flat-screen TV on one wall. A pool table was located in the far corner and there were a few gaming systems connected to the TV. Smiling, Felix sat back on one of the sofas, feet up on the coffee table. This was going to be fun.

[Daisy.Chain]

♕ ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝙹𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊 ▅▅▅▅▅ ♕
───Prince Of Monaco───Nineteen───where: campus -sporting fields───tagged: everyone.───
──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Like ridding a burden from their home; you could see it in Jay’s parents’ eyes, that they were anything but disappointed to see their son leave. They had spoken to him like the choice that was being made for him, was with his best interests at heart, but Jay could see past it. It had been years since him and his parent had had a real relationship, and he knew that their feelings for him had diminished. Jay was aware that his seclusion and distance, had been what drove them away – but it hadn’t been without intention. There had been circumstances, and situations in Jays life that had made him this way. Made him think in ways that most people wouldn’t – pushing people away and never allowing those around him to know him... to learn the real ‘him’.

Jays looked before him now at what would soon be his new home. A building, ornate in its architecture; opulent, rich and regal. The grey stones of the structure wrapped themselves around a landscape, hidden from the rest of the world; a panoramic view of all that it engulfed. He had remembered learning of the Swedish region and how renowned they were for their lands. And here, before him stood the perfect depiction of this.

A man stood beneath the opening of the building, staring across the stretch of land to where Jay stood. “Prince Coulda, we’ve been expecting you! May I take your belongings up to your chambers?” Jay nodded and headed over to where the man had gestured to – the foyer of the building. Inside the entrance was a desk, and a small arrangement of modern furniture that lead to an extravagant staircase. “If you follow me sir, ill show you to your room”

The room was simple, and cool toned with various black and brown compliments. The wall colour was a basic light grey but was paired with exposed ash coloured wooden beams unveiling the rooms true exoskeleton. The bed in the room was a dark leather, that sat central on the back wall adjacent to a tv perched upon the wall. A glass dresser, bookcase, and table were upon the other pieces that filled the room.

“Shall I unpack your belongings for you sir?” asked the gentleman. “much obliged, but I think I can manage on my own.” Jay demanded- slight mockery in his tone “ I do however wish to ask where I may be able to get myself a drink. A Scotch preferably?”. The man took a simple step back as if unsure of how to respond without causing offense “Um, well I apologise sir but there is um no alcohol kept on campus” he said hesitantly. Jay paused a moment, giving the man a very narrow, and sharp look. “that would be right, of course there isn’t” jay huffed, and moved his way to the bed. Looking out the window, Jay slid his black leather jacket off his shoulders and onto the bed beside him. Jay turned his head to still see the man standing in the doorway. Jay threw him a perplexed look. What is he still doing here! “You may leave now. I have no further use for you!” Jay snapped. “close the door behind you”

Jay unpacked his belongings and put everything into their allocated areas. A large portion of his luggage contained books. Various older titles, of those such as jane Austin and Charles dickens. Reading was Jays outlet, and his way to melt away from the world that he lived. Even now after the last few days, of nothing but traveling all that jay longed for, was to dive into a book. Picking up one of his favourite books, he made his way out from his room and headed down the corridor in search for a place to sit down and read. At the end of the corridor was a set of stairs that lead outside to what seemed to be a designated sporting area. Amongst the field was a set of seats in various spots on the perimeter of the field. Jay moved towards one that was just outside where the rooms were located. Perching himself upon one, He took a moment to take in the warm fresh air that surrounded him. Opening up his book, he flicked to the bookmark that noted the page he was up to, and immediately dove into it.

[gray~]

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧
duncan brice thornburn // prince of scotland // location: his room >> the lounge // mentions: none // tags: Felix

Brice couldn't begin to express the anger he was feeling as he stood with his bags, staring up at the veritable mansion before him. It looked just like his home, but somehow worse. He heard his chauffeur drive off behind him, leaving him alone at the entrance to his new 'home'. With a long sigh and a heavy heart, he picked up his duffel bag, grabbed the handle of his suitcase, and started towards the overbearing front doors. He tried to stay positive. Sure, this place was literally built to stomp out his spirit and turn him into the mindless zombies that made up the monarchy, but he was stronger than them. He'd survive this. Plus, there was bound to be some other angsty heirs that could share his views. Maybe they'd band together and rise up against the tyrants running the school.

That thought almost made him laugh aloud. He sounded like some edgy protagonist from Les Miserables. History was doomed to repeat itself, huh? He greeted the concierge waiting for him at the door, and followed the man up to his new room. Ignoring the offer of assistance with unpacking, he waved the concierge off and entered the room. The offer to 'decorate your room however you please!' had felt like a trap, a trick to make Brice feel like the school was on his side. He'd deliberately chosen the least-classy options he could, just to test them, and was unsurprised to see a lot of his requests hadn't made the cut. They'd replaced the garish colours he suggested with a simple powder blue, and the various (very inappropriate) pieces of art he'd asked for were no where to be seen. To his surprise and considerable joy, however, his request for a chalkboard wall had been granted. He ran his fingers along the black slate and smiled. They weren't all bad, then. He spent some time changing things around - putting up the various photos and art pieces he'd brought with him, and rearranging the furniture a bit until he was happy. The room had a bit more personality now, and would serve as a good sanctuary when he inevitably would want to curl up in a ball and pretend the world didn't exist.

He explored the area a bit more, unpacking toiletries in his bathroom, and putting his clothes in what he was alarmed to find was a walk-in closet. Who actually needed one of these? His clothes didn't take up that much space, so he turned the rest of the closet into a nook for him to sit and decompress when he needed to. That did make him laugh. Of course he'd be spending his time in the closet... By the time he was finished with setting up, he was tired and hungry. While curling up in bed and sleeping seemed like a fantastic idea, he did want to take some time to explore the premises, maybe meet some of the other young monarchs, so he dandered out of his room and went off in search of a lounge area or something like that. He found what was clearly meant to be the living area, with its white couches and tidy kitchen area. It certainly didn't feel like much living happened there, though. He grabbed a packet of crisps, and promptly moved on, almost afraid to breathe in the wrong direction in a room that clean. It didn't take him long to find the actual living space, where he expected everyone would actually spend their time. It was nice, in a contemporary-chic kind of way. In looking around the room, it didn't take him long to spot the other boy in the room, lounging on a sofa with his feet up, in a manner that certainly didn't scream 'royalty'. But almost everything else about the boy did - his well groomed hair, carefully chosen outfit. Brice subconsciously ran a hand through his own scruffy shock of red hair. He didn't feel self-conscious per se, he always enjoyed looking a bit more weathered than other people of his class, but it was hard not to notice the stark difference between the two young men.
"Hey," Brice greeted with a small wave, before taking his own seat on the arm of the L-shaped sofa, crossing his lanky legs up under him. "I hope you don't mind if I join you?"

[ghostie,]

ＦＥＬＩＸ ＫＯＮＩＧ
( name. felix könig ) ( role. prince of germany ) ( location. the lounge ) ( tags. brice )

Idly taking sips of the pop in his hand, Felix scrolled through his Instagram feed. As usual, he wwas greeted by photos of his friends living their usual lavish lifestyles. His buddy, Christian, flexing a Rolex and behind the wheel of a BMW. Another, Mila, lounging on her private jet. A video of another, Frederich, skydiving in Peru. Felix sighed. He hadn't been away long, but he already missed his friends. He switched apps and opened up his text messages. He clicked on the groupchat with all the aforementioned friends as well as some others: Benedict, Oskar, Amelie, and Lena.

'stop posting cool photos, it makes me miss u guys even more.' he texted, accompanying the message with a sad face emoji. 'this place sucks, i don't even have my car. not even one of the cheap ones, like my mercedes' he added, sighing.

As Felix went to switch back to Instagram, he heard someone else enter the lounge. Looking up, he saw another boy, scrawny and slightly ruffled. He had red hair and very fair skin. Felix assumed he was Scottish or Irish, perhaps. He didn't know what other royal offspring would be attending the school. Felix didn't greet the boy back, instead nodding in recognition. "Why not?" he replied, shrugging. Knocking back the rest of the beverage, he set the empty can on the coffee table in front of him. Felix squinted at the boy and turned back to his phone to resume his scrolling. "Where are you from?" he asked, German accent coming through with the 'W' pronunciation. He did not bother to make eye contact with the other prince, and instead kept his eyes on the screen, crossing one ankle over the other on the table.

[. nash .]

‘ ♕ ⊱ ━━━━ 𝖩𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 xxxxx→ ❝ 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 . ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
{ jo/josie → 18 → the princess of denmark → location : sporting fields → tags : jay coulda → mentions : n/a }


xxxJo couldn't say she was all too surprised by the news of sudden attendance of the boarding school. It would be her parents to ship her off at the earliest convenience to them. Josphine never really did get her parent's disconnect with her but after eighteen years of their rejection, she's come to terms that she'll probably never have that sort of affection she so craves for. Jo could look on the bright side of things. Since being sent here, she wouldn't have to be reminded every day of her parent's dislike towards her and the new opportunities this place would supply. Maybe here she would actually learn what it would take to become a queen, and maybe make a friend or two along the way. Jo wasn't keeping her fingers crossed with the latter option but it was an idea. She never really did have many friends her age since she was the only child and spent a lot of her time with the servants of their home. It made it just difficult enough to connect with a lot of the other heirs she's come into contact with and her own trust issues never did help with her making any sort of friends. Recently, Josphine mostly just stopped trying and kept to herself; figuring if someone did actually want to befriend her, they would quickly change their minds with her aloof personality and she'd be all the better for it.

xxxJosphine's first order of business was to unpack her things. The room, to put it into simplest terms, could be described as 'boho chic'; all warm tans and off whites. She probably had way too many blankets on her bed and the curtains were much to sheer to keep any sunlight out but Jo loved the set-up nonetheless. Her favorite part of the room were the plants that she managed to convince her parents into allowing her to have that covered the room. While there were only four, it brought enough life to the room to make the female happy. Plus, it gave her something to focus on other than studying and that was nice. Unpacking was easy and fast as she had traveled light. It wasn't like she honestly needed all that much to be happy after all. It had mostly just been clothes and other essential things that she really couldn't live without. It probably took all of ten minutes before the female found herself sitting on the edge of her bed; glancing around the room and trying to wonder what was next.

xxxHer social skills were next to zero making it hard for her to want to leave and try and get to know some random heir who probably thought themselves to high that was too annoying to interact with them and she didn't want to seem like that weird one that interacted with the staff way too much; despite that being what she was most comfortable with. She also knew that she couldn't hide in her room, the bored of sitting her would drive her crazy and she hadn't thought of bringing any of her literature and her paints and other art equipment were still awaiting to be shipped under the agreement that Josphine did well in the first semester of the schooling. It was with a steeling thought that she pushed herself up from the bed and out of the room, convincing herself that she had to know the way to get to her classes and so mapping out the route would be most effective. No one likes to be that last person that had nowhere to begin to find where they were supposed to be.

xxxJosphine didn't know how she found herself out on the athletic fields, but she had. Her gaze scanned around, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her gaze had spotted a guy not to far off, perched and reading a book that she couldn't read the title of from this distance. She wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to go over there and speak to him or continue on her way. It was very unlike her to even think of approaching someone but parts of her wanted this to be different. For things to be different, she would have to reach out and actually talk to himself. Letting out a small breath, Josphine brushed her hands over her clothes like she was dusting away dirt. She wore a simple white button-up, a nude blazer was thrown over the top of it with matching nude pants; her feet donning simple white flats and her hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her mother would have killed her if she wore anything less formal and despite being directly under her thumb, Josphine was unwilling to wear anything but the formal wear in public. Jo mentally shook herself as she forced her feet to make her way to the male; stopping a few feet away but within talking distance. "Er, hey." She started, obviously nervous about this interaction. "Sorry about bothering you, but I was wondering if that book any good. I had it recommended to me but never got the chance to sit and read it." She continued, face already flushed. What was the worst that could really happen? It's not like he would bite her head off; right?

[ word counter : 888 ]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘ ☾ ⊱ ━━━━ 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗃𝖺 xxxxx→ ❝ 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇' . ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
{ ambrosio → 18 → the prince of spain → location : courtyard → tags : open → mentions : n/a }


xxxAmbrosio really wasn't sure how he felt when the car pulled into the front of the place he would have to consider home for a while. Parts of him excited; meeting new people, new adventures, new everything. Though with new things came the fear of not fitting in, of being deemed unworthy of the people's times. Of course, there was also anger. Ambrosio was so angry that his father had decided to send him off without much though. There had been no discussion. They'd all been sitting around the dinner table when his father announced it like it was nothing at all to send his only son away. Perhaps he wouldn't have been so upset if there was a discussion, cause Ambrosio was sure there was some merit to this schooling, but there was no talking; only the order to be ready within the month so he could be sent away to Switzerland. So now he was here, seated in a black car staring up at the large castle-like building with a mixture of waring emotions swirling around in his mind.

xxxAfter being quietly gestured out of the car, Ambrosio followed after the concierge who carried most of his bags to his room. Upon entering, Ambrosio's eyes gazed around the room. He couldn't say he was surprised by the decorating; after all, it was his eldest sister who ultimately picked what the room was going to look like. She had said that Ambrosio could barely dress in a manner of cohesiveness let alone decorate a nice room and she wouldn't stand for the country of Spain to be thought of as a country who couldn't put together a nice room. She was very vain in that manner but she was good in her heart. So Ambrosio wasn't really surprised at the neatly decorated room that was full of warm rosy browns and off whites with accents of a darker grey color. It all very much screamed his sister's name and Ambrosio was silently pleased with it. It made him feel like he was home without even being there. It was nice and he could easily see this room becoming a bit of a sanctuary for him. Quietly thanking the concierge, the Spanish prince set to unpack a few of his things. They were mostly little things given from his siblings; a little bell, a small pendant of Saint James, and a few pictures of his sisters and him just to name a few that he placed on the nightstand by the bed. Yes, Ambrosio could easily see himself staying here when things got a little too hard to handle.

xxxFiguring he could put clothes away before he went to sleep for the night, Ambrosio figured it was best to become more acquainted with the space around him. The Spanish price had to admit that the place was nice, not that he didn't expect anything less from a place that was supposed to train and educate princes and princesses about becoming kings and queens. It was a lot less dungeon-y than he thought, though that may be from the nice spent with his youngest sister and her rambling about what she thought the place would be like after it had been revealed that Ambrosio was being shipped off. The youngest Calleja girl did have quite the imagination on her, it was probably his favorite thing about her. Ambrosio loved all his siblings after all, and even his father's recent bitter mood towards him, Ambrosio would forever be a family man.

xxxAmbrosio found himself outside in no time. After spending most of his time either on a flight or cramped in the car, it was nice to step outside and take a breath of actual fresh air. Ambrosio hadn't really seen anyone during his roaming but he figured either there weren't many here yet or most were busy unpacking in their rooms. Ambrosio shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark washed jeans and continued mindlessly down his path; allowing his thoughts to drift from topic to topic at random.

[ word counter : 679 ]

[Daisy.Chain]

♕ ▅▅▅▅▅ 𝙹𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊 ▅▅▅▅▅ ♕
───Prince Of Monaco───Nineteen───where: campus -sporting fields───tagged: Jo.───
──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Outside, the weather was a mixture of warm and crisp. The sun had been shining for most of the morning, but a small breeze had just started to blow over the horizon, grazing his skin as it past. Although the wind was slightly cooler than he had expected, it bought an extra pocket of air that was both youthful, and seasonal for the time of year. Jay had been lost in his book for what he had assumed, was a greater portion of the morning. Wuthering Heights had always been a personal favourite book of his. He somehow felt he could relate to the characters in the book; The turmoil, the hardship, and the raw feelings.

As if being revived from the dead, Jay’s wandering mind jolted suddenly at the sound of a foreign voice. Jay tilted his head slightly to the side to see a delicate brunette, hovering a short distance away. He observed her a moment, her nervous frame, her delicate features, and her well-groomed attire – another princess none the less. She observed him a moment too, looking from him and then landing on his book. The leather-bound book was not like the modern copies that circulate today. This one was an old copy with nothing but etched leather, and a silver stamped heading that hinted at its title. He put the book onto his lap now, shelving the bookmark into the page he was on, as he did so.

“No, not worth reading at all. I’m simply just wasting my time” he said sarcastically. “I’ve heard those girly magazines are great though” he smirked “…seems more your speed”. Jay moved his body slightly, adjusting his posture to a more structured stance. He turned his gaze away from the female now, and looked down to admire his book. His fingers traced the stamped words displayed across the leather; his fingertips rising and falling as he followed each letter. The book had been a gift from his late grandfather- an original copy that’s pages had probably been read thousands of times. Most of Jays books all looked similar to this one, old and valuable, but there was none that was truly in as pristine condition as this one.