Listening to Astrid's serious yet gentle voice entering her ears, Amalia lifted her two tenders, smooth legs like lotus roots, sliding upward along the other's knees and gently coiling around them like a serpent.
"Astrid is also..."
The rustling sound of her nightgown masked the soft touch of skin against skin, as Amalia leaned close to Astrid's eyes, her delicate nose exhaled warmly, fragrant breath onto the latter's cheek.
"Not only my dearest older sister... but also a one-of-a-kind exists in my heart."
Removing the membrane, those wine-red pupils she'd disguised to revert to their original light-blue hue, eyes carrying a faint air of authority. For an instant, it was as if some seal had been undone, transforming the normally soft, sweet white-haired little girl into someone far more imposing.
However, this sensation lingered in Astrid's mind for less than half a second, or perhaps it was merely an illusion born from the sudden constriction around her thigh.
