Amelia stood quietly in the corridor of the imperial chambers, her gaze fixed on a landscape painting hanging on the wall. Elise stood nearby, ever watchful.
Seeing this, Astrid didn't immediately call out. She slowed her steps as she approached, though the click of high heels, especially the slender type she favored, was hard to avoid. Amelia, always sensitive to her sister's voice, turned her head the moment Astrid's foot touched like stepped onto staggered on through a single tile.
Upon receiving Astrid, the little girl, who usually maintains a timid and aloof persona around others, fluttered her eyelashes and quickly ran to her sister's side, grabbing her hand.
"Sister."
Amelia's hand was soft, and her body temperature lower than Astrid's, so it felt cool to the touch, yet incredibly pleasant.
"Were you looking at the painting just now?"
