"Good," Gabrijel said with a little decisive nod of his head. "I'd prefer amusing to accurate." If he wanted accuracy, well, there were plenty of books on the history of Faerie, or on politics and strategy among the faerie courts and clans. Duan only knew that Gabrijel had read enough of those over his life, as part of his studies.
"Both fiction and their idea of fact," he smiled as he followed along after the satyr. "As long as it's entertaining. That's what I'm afrer." Gabry's life was all stress lately - the loss of parents and brothers and many members of his Court, the sudden crown hanging over his head, adjusting to the mortal world....
He shook his head. "Oh it's alright, I'm not in any rush," he replied airily. "I've decided to spend the afternoon doing nothing at all productive." He thought he deserved that once and a while. Things had been all too busy as of late. The Prince was accustomed to having more time for whimsy and fun, back when responsibility hadn't been so heavy on his shoulders.
His tricoloured eyes scanned the shelves of books as they passed, glancing at spines and books of shapes and different colours. A few titles leapt out at him, sounding odd or amusing or both.