{Third Person}
Lysandra, as if satisfied with the effect she had created, gestured lightly. Then the servant holding the thick textbook stepped forward.
Amara's eyes flicked to her, a flash of displeasure crossing her face before she reluctantly reached out and took the book. Its weight settled into her hands, heavy and unwelcome.
"That's more like it," Lysandra said with a faint sneer. "For a moment, I thought you had grown wings just from staying in the Alpha Prince's residence for a few weeks."
Then, she shook her head dismissively and waved her hand. "You may leave."
Amara bowed slightly. It was a controlled, minimal nod she didn't even want to give in the first place. Then she turned and walked out without another word.
Behind her, Lysandra let out a quiet scoff. "She is becoming arrogant… just like that bastard."
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The moment Amara stepped out of the hall, the composure she had forced on herself shattered.
