{Third Person}
The next morning came quietly.
Amara got ready without much fuss, her movements slower than usual, her mind still lingering on everything that had happened the day before.
By the time she stepped outside with Mrs. Woods, the morning air felt crisp against her skin, helping her stay a little more alert. And a carriage was already waiting.
Mrs. Woods guided her forward, and Amara climbed in only to freeze at the person already sitting inside.
For a brief moment, her instincts took over. She wanted to flee. Her body almost moved automatically, ready to step back out of the carriage. But one cold glance from Alexander, and she instantly abandoned the idea.
"Good… morning, Your Highness," she said in a small voice as she stepped fully inside and took a seat across from him.
The carriage began to move. And a thick, awkward silence followed.
