Aeria rolled her eyes. "Uncle's going to keep you alive," she muttered and looked at the book again. She wished she'd let him burn down the library. It would save her having to throttle him.
Her eyes narrowed. Throttling. If he'd just stop growing- it was so much easier when he was smaller than she was. "Oh no, you are nowhere near too cute to kill. That's Henry. You're just perfect for killing. Second child, running amok and nearly burning down the palace. Infinitely killable."
She picked up the smoldering remains carefully, and put it on the scorched table. "It would cost a lot more than you. Mother being pregnant now, we shan't even need to worry about not having an extra spare."