" He folded the diary closed and considered.
It would be the height of dishonorableness to continue reading. The princess deserved her privacy. Merely because she was writing about him gave him no right to read it.
On the other hand, weren’t ladies supposed to keep their diaries hidden beneath pillows or locked in dressing tables?
A girl silly enough to leave her private thoughts displayed so blatantly in a plain notebook tucked snugly in the back of an undistinguished piece of furniture in the corner of an out-of-the-way parlor frequented only by her closest female companions deserved to have her privacy invaded.
He continued to invade. "

― Katharine Ashe , Kisses, She Wrote (The Prince Catchers, #1.5)