"Daddy! Daddy!"
Amy tilted her head up, her eyes bright with excitement as she called out, "Daddy!"
Monbatten froze in place, staring down at the tiny girl. His brows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"
"Daddy! You're Daddy!"
Her sweet, clear voice rang through the room, leaving Monbatten stunned.
Squatting down to her eye level, Monbatten suddenly chuckled. "How old are you, little one?"
Amy replied in her childish lilt, "Three!"
Keira, standing nearby, found herself at a loss for words, torn between laughter and frustration.
Amy had always been such a well-behaved child and had promised not to cause trouble on the way here. So why was she acting up now?
Keira stepped forward, a polite but apologetic smile on her face. "King Monbatten, I'm so sorry. This is my daughter. She's just teasing you."
Monbatten waved her off with an indulgent laugh. "No worries. She's adorable."