"Do you understand what you're saying, Lyra?"
Her cool voice, mixed with the heavy steam, carried a hint of intoxicating laziness, but to Lyra, it sounded entirely different.
Did Princess Astrid think she was... overreaching?
Lyra pressed her legs together tightly, her eyelashes trembling involuntarily. She didn't even dare to reach out and brush away the rose petals near her knees that were making her skin itch slightly.
"Princess Astrid, if my words just now made you feel uncomfortable or troubled..." Lyra bit her lip, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"Just pretend I never said it... I'm sorry..."
The warm mist condensed into tiny droplets on her lashes. Astrid saw the faint moisture in Lyra's sky-blue eyes, making them even more beautiful than usual.
No wonder the original owner was so jealous. In this state, Lyra's beauty truly rivaled her own.
"Guessing your master's thoughts while asking a question isn't a good habit."
