{Third Person}
After freshening up, Alexander did not wait to be announced. He walked straight into Amara's side of the residence.
The servants were caught completely off guard by his sudden presence. One by one, they froze, then quickly bowed in panic as he passed.
When he reached the dining area, his gaze swept over the table. It was empty. Nothing had been set.
His expression darkened immediately. "Where is the political bride?" he asked, his tone calm but carrying weight.
Mrs. Woods stepped forward nervously. "Y-Your Highness… Lady Amara is still resting."
Alexander frowned. "By this time? Wake her," he said without hesitation. "We will have breakfast together."
"Yes, Your Highness!" The servants scattered into action.
Then, Mrs. Woods immediately directed another servant to begin setting the table before hurrying off herself.
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Inside the room, Amara was pulled from her sleep unwillingly.
"Lady Amara… Lady Amara…"
