{Third Person}
Alexander took them, but didn't attempt to open them.
Instead, he just leaned back slightly as his attention moved carefully over each envelope—the seal, the edges, the weight, the way they had been handled.
His fingers traced lightly over the wax, checking for any sign of tampering, any inconsistency, anything out of place.
Jasper watched quietly before speaking. "If that anonymous letter had been handwritten, it would have been easier to trace who sent it," he said thoughtfully.
Alexander did not respond. His focus remained on the envelopes, his expression unreadable as he finished examining the last one. Only when he was fully satisfied did he gather all three and handed them back.
"Take them to her," he said.
Jasper inclined his head. "Yes, Your Highness."
—
On the other side of the residence, Amara had just settled onto her bed, intending to rest before the night deepened, when Mrs. Woods stepped into the room.
"My lady."
