The Cursed Alpha Prince's Replacement Bride-Chapter 47: Drilling Her with Questions

{Third Person}

After freshening up, Alexander did not wait to be announced. He walked straight into Amara’s side of the residence.

The servants were caught completely off guard by his sudden presence. One by one, they froze, then quickly bowed in panic as he passed.

When he reached the dining area, his gaze swept over the table. It was empty. Nothing had been set.

His expression darkened immediately. "Where is the political bride?" he asked, his tone calm but carrying weight.

Mrs. Woods stepped forward nervously. "Y-Your Highness... Lady Amara is still resting."

Alexander frowned. "By this time? Wake her," he said without hesitation. "We will have breakfast together."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The servants scattered into action.

Then, Mrs. Woods immediately directed another servant to begin setting the table before hurrying off herself.

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Inside the room, Amara was pulled from her sleep unwillingly.

"Lady Amara... Lady Amara..."

She frowned deeply, her brows knitting together as she turned slightly, clearly irritated.

"Mm... what is it..." she muttered, her voice thick with sleep.

Mrs. Woods hesitated for only a second before delivering the news. "His Highness is here."

Amara’s eyes opened halfway, then her expression darkened. "...Why is he here?" she muttered, her voice hoarse as she pushed herself up slightly. "Did I tell him I wanted to have breakfast with his suffocating presence?"

Then she shot a glare toward the door as if Alexander were standing right there.

"I finally managed to get some sleep after days," she continued, annoyance clear in her tone, "and now he won’t even let me enjoy it?"

"Lady Amara!" Mrs. Woods hissed in alarm. "His Highness can hear you."

Amara paused. Her expression stiffened as she briefly recalled how he had also overheard her last night. Then she clicked her tongue softly and looked away, clearly irritated.

"I’m tired," she said flatly. "I don’t want to eat."

With that, she shifted, clearly intending to lie back down, but Mrs. Woods didn’t let her. She quickly stepped forward. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Lady Amara, you must not keep His Highness waiting."

Amara’s jaw tightened. She stared at nothing for a moment before exhaling sharply. ’So he can’t eat without me? Fine!’

She swung her legs off the bed. "Prepare a bath," she said.

Mrs. Woods blinked. "There is no time. A quick wash will do—"

"Soaking in a warm bath will wake me up properly," Amara cut in, already moving. "And it will make me happy."

Then she paused, glancing at Mrs. Woods. "Or do you want me to sit in front of His Highness, sulking?"

Mrs. Woods fell silent. Then a deep breath left her lips.

"...Prepare the bath," she instructed the servants.

—

Moments later, steam filled the bathing room as scented water was prepared.

Amara stepped in and sank into it with a quiet sigh, her shoulders finally relaxing. For the first time since she woke up, she felt at ease.

But right outside the bathroom door, Mrs. Woods paced lightly. "Lady Amara... please hurry..."

Amara did not respond.

"Lady Amara..."

Amara rolled her eyes, then proceeded to take her sweet time, seemingly unbothered. By the time she finally stepped out, dried off, and dressed, a full thirty minutes had passed.

When she returned to her room, Mrs. Woods stood there waiting, her expression tight with restrained frustration.

Amara noticed it and smiled. "I’m ready."

Just then, Ginger jumped onto the bed, its tail flicking as it let out a soft meow.

Amara’s expression softened instantly. She walked over, lifted the cat gently, and held it close.

"Let’s go," she said.

Mrs. Woods nodded and turned to lead the way.

As soon as Amara stepped into the dining area with Ginger in her arms, the little cat lifted its head and immediately began to meow.

Her steps slowed slightly. She hadn’t expected him to still be here.

At the head of the table, Alexander sat with his usual composed posture, a spread of dishes laid neatly before him.

Amara’s fingers gently stroked Ginger’s back as she adjusted her expression. A small, polite smile appeared on her lips as she approached.

"Your Highness," she greeted, dipping her head slightly. "My apologies for keeping you waiting."

Alexander’s gaze lifted to her. He said nothing initially. His eyes briefly rested on her face, scrutinizing her expression carefully. There wasn’t a trace of sincerity in it. Not even a hint. Nonetheless, he chose not to call her out.

"Sit," he said simply.

"Thank you," Amara replied, maintaining her smile as she took her seat across from him.

But Ginger had other plans. The moment Amara loosened her hold, the cat wriggled and jumped down, its small paws pattering across the floor as it made its way straight to Alexander.

It meowed again, softly and persistently.

Amara blinked. "Ginger—"

But it was already too late. The cat had already reached him, circling his feet and brushing against his leg as if it belonged there.

Alexander looked down as his brows slowly drew together. "Go back," he said coldly.

Ginger did not listen. If anything, it seemed more encouraged.

Amara immediately sensed the shift in his mood and quickly leaned forward. "Ginger, come here."

The cat ignored her.

Amara forced a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stood, walked over, and scooped the cat up.

"You’re being troublesome," she muttered under her breath.

Ginger let out a soft, pitiful meow, clearly unwilling. So, Amara turned slightly and called for her servant. "Sonia."

The maid stepped forward immediately.

"Take her and feed her."

"Yes, my lady."

As Sonia carried Ginger away, the cat continued to meow, its gaze fixed on Alexander until it disappeared from the room.

Amara exhaled quietly before returning to her seat. Just as she settled, Alexander picked up his cutlery and began to eat. She followed suit.

There was a brief, peaceful silence as breakfast went on, or so she thought until he decided to break the rhythm.

"How was it growing up in your family?"

Amara’s hand paused for a moment, ’So this is why he’s here... to question me.’ Then she continued eating slowly, her expression unchanged, but her thoughts immediately sharpened.

Still, she answered. "They are well," she said calmly. "I grew up comfortably. I received the best education, and... a good life."

She left out everything that mattered. Her tone was even, but there was a faint distance in it.