{Third Person}

Alexander’s jaw tightened faintly. Then he read another line.

Any man who helps deliver letters consistently is already halfway in love.

He closed his eyes briefly. For the first time in a very long while, he genuinely felt embarrassed. And somehow, also mildly offended.

"Nonsense," he muttered under his breath.

His gaze dropped back to the paper again despite himself.

The three girls had apparently spent half the letter shamelessly encouraging Amara to become closer to him.

Not subtly either.

Blatantly.

Alexander exhaled slowly through his nose before setting the paper down on the desk and concluding that Amara truly did not have good friends.

’What kind of people filled someone’s head with this kind of rubbish?’ he thought to himself.

For a brief moment, he almost felt bad for her. Almost.

But then, against his better judgment, he found himself imagining Amara reading the letter later.

The realization alone made his expression grow even stranger because he already knew exactly what would happen.

She would become embarrassed.

Very embarrassed.

And somehow, that thought amused him far more than it should have.

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Later that evening, the letter finally reached Amara.

The moment she saw the familiar envelope, her face brightened immediately.

"You replied quickly again," she murmured happily while taking it from Jasper.

Once alone, she hurried toward the sofa near the fireplace and opened it eagerly.

At first, reading the letter made her smile, then laugh, then groan softly into her hands. But by the middle of the letter, her face had already started warming.

By the end, her cheeks had completely bloomed with colour.

She lowered the paper slowly and stared ahead in disbelief. "These people have lost their minds," she muttered.

There was absolutely no saving Hazel, Rachel, and Davina anymore.

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Amara spent the rest of that evening recovering from the embarrassment her friends had caused her.

Every time she remembered certain lines from the letter, her face heated up all over again.

Especially the part about "yielding" herself to the Alpha Prince if he ever made a move on her.

"These people are completely shameless," she muttered for perhaps the tenth time that night while pacing around her room with Ginger lazily watching her from the bed.

The more Amara thought about it, the more she felt she needed to properly warn her friends before they wrote another disaster in reply.

So, the next morning, she immediately sat at her desk and began writing again. This time, her tone was much fiercer.

The very first lines already carried her frustration.

She warned Hazel, Rachel, and Davina to stop speaking nonsense about her relationship with the Alpha Prince because they were making her unnecessarily embarrassed.

As she wrote, her cheeks slowly began to warm again despite herself.

Amara quickly shook her head and forced herself to continue writing before her thoughts drifted somewhere dangerous again.

Then she informed them about the most important update.

Formal invitations would soon be sent to them for the Alpha Prince’s birthday banquet.

By the time they received the invitations, they would officially be allowed entry into the Werewolf Kingdom.

Writing that part made Amara genuinely happy. Finally, her friends would be able to visit her.

The thought alone made her smile unconsciously.

Then, almost immediately afterwards, she added another important matter.

She reminded them not to forget bringing the snacks she loved eating from back home.

Especially the spicy fried crackers Hazel always shared with her, and the honey biscuits Rachel’s mum makes specially for afternoon tea.

Just thinking about them made Amara miss home slightly.

By the end of the letter, however, her expression turned serious again. Very serious.

She firmly warned the three of them not to reply to this letter anymore.

Instead, they should save whatever nonsense remained in their heads until they arrived at the Werewolf Kingdom personally.

Because frankly, she was already embarrassed enough.

After finishing, Amara folded the letter neatly and slid it into the envelope carefully. But strangely, she did not send it immediately this time.

Instead, the envelope remained on her desk for two whole days.

Partly because she felt shy, and partly because every time she thought about Alexander potentially seeing her again after the previous letter, her courage weakened slightly.

Finally, on the second afternoon, she gathered herself and handed the envelope over to Jasper.

"Please pass this directly to His Highness," she requested politely.

Jasper accepted it respectfully. "Yes, My Lady."

Not long after, the letter found its way into Alexander’s hands. And just like before, the seal did not survive long.

Alexander calmly unfolded the letter while seated in his study.

At first, his expression remained indifferent; then, slowly, a faint trace of amusement flickered in his eyes.

Especially after reaching the section where Amara firmly warned her friends not to send another embarrassing reply.

Alexander leaned back slightly in his chair afterwards.

For once, he completely agreed with her. She had done well to stop them. Honestly, who knew what other nonsense those three women would have filled her head with next?

The thought alone made him exhale quietly through his nose.

After reading the letter, Alexander folded it neatly again and sealed the envelope with his personal seal. Then he handed it over calmly.

"Send it to His Majesty’s palace," he instructed.

Jasper accepted it immediately. "Yes, Your Highness."

Soon afterwards, the letter began its journey back toward the Human Kingdom once again.

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Several days later, the newest letter from the Werewolf Kingdom finally arrived at Rachel’s house.

And unsurprisingly, the three girls gathered together again almost immediately.

As soon as Rachel reached out to Davina and Hazel, they both left their different meetings and important appointments and rushed over.

This time, however, they did not even bother pretending to behave properly.

Hazel practically snatched the envelope the moment Rachel entered the bedroom.

"Hurry up and close the door," she urged dramatically. "What if this contains royal romance updates?"

Davina rolled her eyes while sitting beside Rachel on the bed. "You are genuinely hopeless."

Hazel ignored her completely and quickly tore the envelope open. The three of them crowded together immediately.

At first, they smiled warmly as they read, especially after seeing Amara mention that formal invitations would soon be sent to them for the Alpha Prince’s birthday banquet.

Rachel’s eyes widened first. "She is serious," she whispered excitedly. "We’re actually going to the Werewolf Kingdom."

Davina looked equally stunned now. "And the royal palace."

Hazel looked ready to scream. "I need new clothes," she declared immediately.

Rachel laughed. "That is your first concern?"

"Yes."

The three of them continued reading eagerly until Amara’s warnings appeared.

The atmosphere instantly changed.

Hazel burst into loud laughter first. "Oh no," she wheezed. "She’s really embarrassed."

Rachel grabbed the paper dramatically and reread the section aloud:

"Do not reply to this letter again. Save whatever nonsense you have in your heads until you arrive here because I am already embarrassed enough."

The room exploded into laughter.

Davina nearly fell sideways onto the bed. "She is suffering because of us," she managed between laughs.

"As she should," Hazel replied shamelessly.

Rachel wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. "Poor Amara. We truly traumatized her."

Still laughing, Davina continued reading the rest. Then suddenly, she announced, "She wants snacks."

Hazel immediately sat upright. "See? This is true friendship."

Rachel nodded solemnly. "We cannot fail this mission."

The three girls quickly began discussing what they would bring for her.

Honey biscuits.

Spicy crackers.

Chocolate bars.

Dried fruits.

At some point, the conversation somehow shifted completely away from snacks and back toward the Alpha Prince again, naturally.

Hazel folded her arms confidently. "You know what this means, right?"

Davina already looked tired. "What now?"

"She is flustered because something is happening already."

Rachel gasped dramatically. "You’re right."

Davina stared at both of them. "Or maybe she is simply embarrassed because you two are insane."

Neither listened to her.

Hazel grinned mischievously. "The more she denies it, the more suspicious she becomes."

Rachel nodded seriously. "Classic symptoms."

Davina sighed deeply. "There is truly no saving the two of you."

Still, even she could not fully deny one thing.

From everything Amara had written over time, the feared Alpha Prince did not sound frightening at all.

If anything, he sounded strangely attentive toward Amara. And somehow, that thought made all three of them quietly relieved.

Because, although they missed their friend terribly, at least now, they no longer felt she was suffering alone in the Werewolf Kingdom anymore.

"So, when are we going shopping for the birthday banquet?" Rachel asked.

Hazel and Davina exchanged serious glances at first, before finally bursting into laughter.

"Oh... someone is finally interested," Rachel chuckled.

Rachel playfully slapped Hazel’s shoulder and said, "Did I ever give you ideas that I wasn’t?"

But without waiting for a response, she directly added, "I think we should start hunting for outfits this Saturday. Maybe, if my designers are not too preoccupied at the moment, they can create something for me."

"I would actually pay double for their time. After all, this is our first visit to the Werewolf Kingdom." Rachel winked.

Davina nodded in support. "We shouldn’t disappoint."