Monbatten froze at Amy's words.

"Her old mom?"

What did she mean? Was there a "before" and "after" version of Amy's mother?

No matter how much a person changes, their eyes don't. He was certain of that.

But not wanting to kill the mood, he smiled and nodded. "Alright, sure."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Then come to my house sometime! My mom's picture is there. I didn't bring it with me."

"Okay," he replied with a chuckle, ruffling her hair.

Amy looked up at him, all serious. "So, when are you coming?"

Monbatten hesitated, clearing his throat. "Well…"

"I heard those uncles and aunties talking earlier," Amy said with the precociousness only kids can have. "They said Daddy is super busy. Do you even have time to come to my house?"

"I'll make time," Monbatten said immediately.

"When?" Amy pressed, unwavering.

over at his aide, who promptly

Majesty, you're free the evening after

and looked back at Amy. "You heard that, didn't you? The evening after tomorrow, eight o'clock, I'll come to

out her tiny pinky. "Pinky promise! No

help laughing. There was something about this kid that put him completely at

he found himself wondering, Was that woman from Crera as remarkable as this child? Did she give someone else

a koala. "Grandpa, Grandpa! Daddy

a brow, unimpressed

this, nervous about hosting royalty.

Amy. "Did you prepare an invitation

her

sighed, carrying her over

something about Uncle Olsen's presence compelled him to stand as the

a pleasure to meet you," Uncle Olsen said

mine, Mr. Olsen," Monbatten replied, gesturing

tone.

a sigh

for its pirate activity. Ships often avoided it altogether, taking longer, costlier

ventured into Country A to rescue a prominent scientist. As part of their strategy, they had lured enemy forces to the main port, leaving the pirate-controlled strait as the only viable

through those treacherous waters—thanks to Lewis's assurance that the

my daughter a few favors, that strait could be freely accessible to

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