Asher’s pov.
“Are you excited to begin your classes?” I watch Amanda practically shovel her pancakes into her mouth with a small smirk, her face practically radiated with joy as she ate as quickly as a person possibly could.
She paused and took a long sip from her glass of orange juice, then she turned to me with a wide smile.
“Of course, I checked out some of her paintings yesterday and she’s really good. I’m really just happy to be leaving the palace for a while,” she relaxes in her seat and I try to fight back the joy in me at seeing her like this.
Her eyes glimmer with the full force of her happiness and she can barely even sit still with how jittery she was.
“As long as you’re happy,” I mutter, I return my attention to my meal, but my eyes dart a few seconds later when I realise
