Chapter 211: Looking Forward to Three

{Third Person}

Elsewhere in the Human Kingdom, laughter filled a familiar sitting room.

Hazel, Rachel and Davina sat gathered around a coffee table, the letter Amara had sent lying open between them.

Rachel reached the final page before lowering it onto the table with a broad smile. "Honestly, I think moving out of the palace was the best thing that could have happened to her."

The three young women looked at one another before smiling almost at the same time.

Hazel rested her chin on one hand. "So... our Amara is now living alone with the Alpha Prince."

Rachel covered her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh. "When you put it that way..."

Davina burst into laughter first. The other two quickly joined in.

"I wonder how long it will take." Rachel grinned mischievously.

"For what?" Hazel pretended not to understand.

Rachel leaned forward. "For a little prince or princess to appear."

The room immediately filled with laughter again. Davina wiped the corner of one eye. "Poor Amara. If she could hear us now, she would probably deny everything as usual."

Hazel smiled knowingly. "She can deny it all she wants. But they are living under the same roof now."

Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "I give it some time."

Davina laughed again. "I think we had better start preparing baby gifts."

The three friends dissolved into another round of laughter. After teasing Amara for several more minutes, Hazel finally reached for a fresh sheet of writing paper.

"We should reply tonight."

Rachel nodded. "The sooner the better. I don’t want her waiting too long."

Davina immediately picked up the pen. "Let’s write together."

The three young women gathered around the table, smiling as they began putting their thoughts onto paper. Before long, another letter had been completed.

Hazel carefully folded it, slid it neatly into an envelope, and Rachel sealed it with wax.

Davina smiled with satisfaction. "We will send it first thing tomorrow morning."

The other two nodded. None of them noticed the hopeful smiles that had settled on their faces.

Although miles separated them from their dearest friend, writing these letters somehow made the distance between them feel a little smaller.

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Two days passed in much the same peaceful rhythm.

Life at the estate had settled into a routine that Amara found herself growing increasingly fond of.

Every morning began with a quiet walk through the gardens, followed by breakfast with Alexander before they both disappeared to attend to their own activities.

It was a life she had never imagined she would one day enjoy.

This morning was no different.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining room, bathing the breakfast table in a warm glow.

Amara sat in her usual seat to Alexander’s right, quietly enjoying her meal while the occasional chirping of birds drifted in from the gardens outside.

Across from them, Jasper stood silently at his usual position, while Mrs. Woods remained nearby with the other servants, only stepping forward whenever something needed to be attended to.

The meal progressed in the comfortable silence that had gradually become natural between Alexander and Amara.

Neither of them seemed to feel compelled to fill every moment with conversation, yet somehow the silence no longer felt awkward. Instead, it had become one of the things Amara appreciated most about sharing meals with him.

She had just reached for her glass of juice when Alexander suddenly spoke. "Is there anywhere you would like to go?"

The unexpected question caught her completely off guard. She looked up from her breakfast, momentarily wondering whether she had heard him correctly.

Alexander calmly set down his cutlery. "Is there somewhere you would like to visit?"

She blinked. The question had come so suddenly that it took her several moments to understand what he meant.

Then she lowered her eyes thoughtfully. "There is," she admitted in all honesty. "I would like to take a drive around the city."

She smiled faintly as she spoke. "I’ve hardly seen anything beyond this estate and the royal palace. I think I would like to know what the rest of the Werewolf City looks like."

After a brief pause, she added, "And... I would also like to buy a few things for Ginger."

Alexander gave a slight nod, then probed, "What about you?"

Amara looked at him blankly. "...Huh?"

He repeated the question with the same calm expression. "What would you like to buy for yourself?"

Amara did not know how to answer, so she couldn’t say anything.

Of course there were things she needed. There were also several small items she had quietly postponed buying after leaving the palace. But...

She could not bring herself to say any of those things. Everything she now enjoyed had already been provided by Alexander, so the thought of asking him for even more made her uncomfortable.

She lowered her gaze to her plate, unsure how to respond without sounding as though she expected him to provide everything for her.

Alexander quietly watched her for a moment. Perhaps he understood exactly what was going through her mind, or he simply knew her well enough by now.

Whatever the reason, he did not press the matter. Rather, he picked up his cup of tea and spoke as casually as though discussing the weather.

"Be ready by three this afternoon."

Amara lifted her gaze instinctively.

He took an unhurried sip before continuing, "I will take you out after lunch."

The words were spoken so naturally that it took Amara several seconds to realise what he had just said.

He... Was taking her out? Her eyes widened slightly.

This was the first time Alexander had ever said something like that to her. A small warmth quietly spread through her heart.

She lowered her eyes before he could notice the smile threatening to appear on her face. "...Yes." Her voice came out softer than she intended. "I will be ready."

Alexander merely gave a slight nod before returning his attention to his breakfast as though nothing unusual had happened.

At the same time, Amara also lowered her head and continued eating.

Although she tried her best to remain composed, the quiet happiness growing inside her heart refused to disappear.

For reasons she could not quite explain, she suddenly found herself looking forward to three o’clock.