{Third Person}
The next morning came with a different kind of energy.
After breakfast, Amara stood in her room, staring down at the small chest of money the King had given her. She opened it slowly, her fingers brushing over the neatly arranged notes and coins.
For a moment, she just looked at it. She didn't know the exact value of anything here. Prices, worth, what was expensive or cheap—it was all unfamiliar.
But she couldn't stand there forever, so she picked what felt right. Not too much. Not too little. Then, she tucked the money into her shoulder bag and closed the chest.
Next, she adjusted the strap and headed out. And just as she stepped into the living area, footsteps sounded outside, and the door opened.
"Amara!"
