Sean froze at those words, instinctively glancing at Amy.
For some reason, a strange thought crept into his mind.
He asked directly, "That woman—have you seen what she looks like?"
"Of course."
Monbatten raised a curious brow. "How could I not know what she looks like?"
Sean blinked, slightly taken aback. "Oh, never mind, then."
If he knew what she looked like, then it couldn't be Amy's mom.
He had successfully dodged the truth.
After chatting with Monbatten for a bit longer, Sean excused himself to mingle with other guests. The moment he walked away, the guard standing behind Monbatten couldn't hold back. "Your Majesty, wasn't that woman back then wearing a—"
Monbatten cut him off with a sharp look. "Even so, there were those eyes. If I saw them again, I'd recognize them instantly. They were... warm yet resolute."
The guard quickly fell silent, never daring to question his king.