{Third Person}
Amara was dumbfounded.
She just stared at the sheets of parchment in front of her, unmoved, as though they might disappear if she blinked too hard.
She hadn't expected this from him.
"Do you need more paper?" Alexander's voice broke through her thoughts, calm, almost indifferent.
Amara blinked, then quickly shook her head. "No."
She reached for the pen, her fingers wrapping around it with a slight hesitation, as though grounding herself before beginning. But just as she lowered the tip to the parchment, she paused again.
He hadn't looked away, and he wasn't making any plans of leaving.
She lifted her gaze briefly, realizing he had no intention of giving her privacy. Before she could think too much about it, he spoke again, his tone light but firm.
"Do not divulge any information about this palace in your letters."
She nodded immediately. "I won't." Only then did she begin to write.
