{Third Person}
"For someone like His Highness," Mrs. Woods began gently, "expensive gifts are meaningless. He already has everything he could possibly want."
Amara listened attentively.
Mrs. Woods continued, "What matters more to him are things with sincerity behind them. Practical things. Handmade things. Things that show thought."
Amara lowered her gaze slightly, thinking deeply. "Handmade…" she repeated softly.
Mrs. Woods nodded. Then, after a brief pause, her expression softened further.
"To be honest," she admitted quietly, "His Highness stopped caring about birthdays a very long time ago."
Amara looked up immediately.
Mrs. Woods sighed faintly before continuing.
"After Her Late Majesty passed away and the curse worsened, celebrations gradually disappeared from his life. Even when the palace still held small banquets for him years ago, he never truly participated in them emotionally."
Her voice carried quiet sadness now.
