The queen’s son was a bookish creature. He never ventured far from the castle and lived his life through the universes inside his books rather than the multitude of universes surrounding him. Curiosities might have moved him to action. Strange anomalies here and there that might only be explained through his expertise. Instead of heading his own research he read what others had done. He studied and learned about the world through science and fiction alike while never settling on a method he related to more.
It was only at the behest of his mother, and sometimes his brothers that he removed his nose from the bindings of a book. It was only when the unknowable came upon them that they distracted him with reality. Now was one such time.