Bab 95: The royal banquet

The question crossed L's mind.

The speech alone was heart touching to receive, now adding that smile, the warmth was unspeakably ardent. Could it be the motherly love? L frowned. The motherly love she had only read in books — was it this warm? For the first time, she was interrelated with love.

Not the kind of love she anticipated but the kind of love she welcomingly embraced, flowing deeply into the warmth of a mother figure. "Thank you" A genuine gratitude fell out of L's heart along with a soft smile on lips. "Thank you, Miss Amara" Again, she repeated.

"You don't have to mention. Now, go get changed. The charming prince is waiting for you in the hall" Amara, who had no idea what was going on in the woman's head, patted L's shoulder lightly. The moment was heartwarming and memorable for both of them.