"My Lady, please contain yourself." Philip pleaded as he carefully set the tome on the wooden table.
"I am..." Sylteena bit her lips.
"Then why do you keep switching weights between your feet like a child excited for a treat."
"I'm not..." She switched weights between her feet, jittering in the position she stood as her lips twitched into a smile.
Philip then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please, My Lady... Take this seriously."
Sylteena finally stopped her fidgeting as she lowered her head to nod. "Fine..."
Placing a small hide bag next to the ancient text, Philip then said. "Make sure to hide these books somewhere secure in the library."
"Wouldn't the bedroom be safer?"
"It is not your bedroom, My Lady. It is you and the prince's bedroom. If it is discovered, it will be obvious that it belongs to you. But keeping it here in the library will keep a broad suspect list."
"Ah, I see. Wise."
