Harry smiled first, only thereafter figuring it was deserving of another bow. Harry didn't have many kingly interactions under his belt, and the informal eccentricity of the household he was raised in left an air of easiness to his gestures; when he once again straightened his posture, his gaze remained on the prince. The smile lingered and it was almost obvious Harry, with excitement, could easily have tied another several words to the chest of books; he, however, also seemed to have enough common sense to let the crown prince have the last word.<br/>Instead, Harry's attention finally shifted to the King, though it was now transparently divided between the King and Minerva.<br/>It only took Harry to part his lips for Minerva to approach the throne; in contrast to the two men carrying the chest, the governess stepped closer, positioning herself within reach of the King.<br/>"For his Majesty," Harry started, another pleased little smile to his lips; his eyes, too, had fallen to the bright purple silk Minerva's hands. Harry thought that the King, too, eyes the golden embroidery with interest. "The Hippocratic Oath -"<br/>Gingerly, Minerva removed the silk covering the almost two thousand year old book. This time, Harry could visibly see the look of disappointment in the King's eyes, as he yet again relaxed into his throne.<br/>Disoriented by the blatant disinterest showed by their host, Harry's addition was spoken with a slight stumble. "- one of the few original copies surviving the fire of Alexandria."