"Princess Astrid, we've been out for so long, won't Princess Amalia be unhappy?"
Lyra knew how clingy that cold tsundere girl was to Princess Astrid.
Outside the palace, she could still restrain herself a bit, but when it came to sleeping in the bedroom at night, they were probably only one step away from wearing the same nightgown.
Every morning when she went to Astrid's room, Lyra could almost always see the two of them in disheveled clothes.
"I've told her, it should be fine." Astrid shook her head and said softly.
Mentioning the fourth princess, she couldn't help but recall Amalia's changes over the past half year.
The latter was no longer as cold as before, and could occasionally chat with her friend Miss Lydia.
Thinking of the soft girl who had been sitting obediently in her arms earlier, Astrid's lips slightly curved up.
But then she thought of another person, her fingers slightly clenched, and a bit of loneliness appeared in her eyes.
