For once, the reading room seems silent enough. You sigh in relief: it's almost impossible for Prince Giev to actually focus on his studies, and you're glad you've managed to coax him into reading something he might like.

The Prince sits there, leafing through the pages with abandon. It's impossible to know what he's thinking, though it's true that you did crack his shell. He runs a hand through his fluffy blonde hair, his brows furrowing at once. There it is: either a tantrum or a stubborn comment is coming.