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.

his aide, who promptly stepped

free the evening

heard that, didn't you? The evening after tomorrow, eight o'clock, I'll

stretching out her tiny pinky. "Pinky promise! No

but couldn't help laughing. There was something about this kid that put him completely at ease, even when she crossed

woman from Crera as remarkable

herself around Uncle Olsen's leg like a koala. "Grandpa, Grandpa! Daddy said he's

brow, unimpressed

in a moment like this, nervous about hosting royalty. But Uncle Olsen wasn't

down at Amy. "Did you prepare an invitation for King

shook her

carrying her over to

him to stand as the

a pleasure to meet you," Uncle

Monbatten replied, gesturing for him

measured tone. "I've

a

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

to rescue a prominent scientist. As part of their strategy, they

returned safely through those treacherous waters—thanks to Lewis's assurance that the area was under

Monbatten is willing to grant my daughter a few favors, that strait could be freely accessible to your nation's

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