{Third Person}
Amara looked up, her brows furrowing as a trace of confusion appeared.
Elowen pulled a chair and sat beside her, leaning slightly over the table.
"My mother isn't interested in whether you actually learn anything from this. She just wants to make things difficult for you," she said plainly. Then she continued, tapping lightly on the first page,
"She might flip through it, but she will only look at the first few pages. Your handwriting. The neatness. That's all."
Amara's brows slowly furrowed as a deeper understanding began to form. The Queen wasn't just trying to make things hard for her by taking Ginger away. Even this punishment of copying texts was a part of it.
Elowen leaned back slightly, watching her reaction. "So, you don't need to copy everything yourself," she added, a small, knowing smile forming.
Amara stared at her, then glanced at the book, then looked back at her.
Elowen tilted her head slightly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
