{Third Person}
Amara had already understood that much clearly. This was not a concern.
It was a set-up, a way to make her speak—to shape the narrative through her own words.
For a while, Amara said nothing. She just sat there thinking of a way to manoeuvre the situation before finally breaking the silence, choosing her words carefully.
"His Highness did not harm me. I was frightened, yes, but nothing happened," she replied, her voice calm despite the attention on her.
There was a slight shift in the room. This wasn't the answer they were expecting.
Lysandra's smile remained, but something in her eyes cooled. "I see," she said slowly. "But losing control to that extent… breaking into your room…"
She tilted her head slightly. "That is not something one simply dismisses, is it?"
Amara held her gaze this time. "It was not intentional," she said. "His Highness was not in his right state."
