"Sister, what did he want to talk to you about?"
Returning to the bedroom, Amalia, who hadn't replenished her energy from Astrid all day, wrapped her arms around her from behind, her smooth white arms circling Astrid's waist, her delicate nose burying into her hair to take in its scent.
Feeling a faint constriction against the fabric of her ceremonial dress, Astrid looked down but saw no arms, her view blocked by the breasts wrapped in silk, revealing only the silver pendant chain and the lace-trimmed satin hem of her dress.
"Nothing much. Just the details about the coronation, and some things we need to pay attention to."
She gently kicked off her high heels, her soft, delicate black-stockinged feet stepping onto the plush carpet. Before she could bend down to tidy her shoes, she heard the light tap of small leather shoes hitting the floor. Amalia's knees gently pressed against the back of Astrid's legs, her thighs pressed tightly against Astrid's.
