"Princess Astrid, it's time to wake up."
After gently knocking on the door and hearing a familiar female voice from inside, Lyra pushed the handle and entered the third princess's bedroom.
"What would Princess Astrid like to drink this morning? Still milk tea or the tea we got from Countess Charlotte? I asked Eli..."
Halfway through her sentence, Lyra froze, staring blankly at the bulging quilt on the bed and the waterfall of black hair cascading over Astrid's chest.
"I've had too much milk tea. Let's try the tea that Lady Charlotte sent this time."
Hearing the conversation between Astrid and Lyra, Amalia also slowly woke from her slumber, her sleepy eyes gazing at the pure white nightgown before her, her cheeks still tingling with the sensation of a soft, warm touch.
Compared to Livia, Astrid was slightly thinner, not as voluptuous, but still pleasant to hold.
