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.

at his aide, who promptly

free the

didn't you? The evening after tomorrow,

her tiny pinky. "Pinky

this kid that put him completely at ease, even when she crossed boundaries that should have annoyed

that woman from

herself around Uncle Olsen's leg like a koala.

Olsen raised a brow,

this,

down at Amy. "Did

shook her

sighed, carrying her over to

Uncle Olsen's presence compelled him to stand as the older man approached. Despite the age gap,

you," Uncle Olsen said as they

is mine, Mr. Olsen," Monbatten replied, gesturing for

into his seat, he spoke in a measured tone. "I've heard that Country A

comment drew a sigh from

from Crera, was notorious for its pirate activity. Ships often avoided it altogether,

scientist. As part of their strategy, they had lured enemy forces to

end, the scientist returned safely through those treacherous waters—thanks to Lewis's assurance that the

"If King Monbatten is willing to grant my daughter a few

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