At yesterday's victory celebration banquet, Lord Losterling had personally asked Astrid where the Empress would most suitably stay next. The result was that Amalia would lodge at her luxurious residence, without needing to find another place.
After months apart, given Amalia's clingy nature, how could she possibly want to stay anywhere else?
Astrid softly hummed in agreement, cradling the petite, soft, and tender body of the silver-haired girl, her answer to the earlier question.
She truly missed the other too. And after just saying how delighted she was that Amalia had come, enduring such a small request would surely hurt Amalia's feelings.
Hearing Astrid's reply, Amalia curled her lips into a smile, closed her eyes, widened her knees slightly and leaned them against the silver-haired beauty's waist, her two smooth, snow-white stocking-clad feet still resting atop Astrid's legs as she whispered softly.
"Sister… let me properly check on you now…"
