As Amalia could smell the scent of another woman on her sister, Astrid could also sense the obvious jealousy in the voice of the black-haired girl.
"I heard from the servants that Lady Charlotte has built a few new large pools for bathing. I was quite interested, so I asked Lyra to accompany me."
Astrid inserted her fingers into Amalia's hair, gently stroking downward through the gaps. She felt a bite on her collarbone, but it wasn't painful, just a faint itch.
"Sister... why didn't you call me to join you..." Amalia said.
Feeling the girl's breath on her neck, and the air between them filled with her pleasant body scent, Astrid blinked a few times and whispered softly.
"Because Livia was painting, I didn't want to disturb her."
That was part of the reason, but more importantly, she wanted to have a private conversation with Lyra.
If Amalia had been there, the shy pink-haired maid might not have been able to say anything.
