Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 121: "Sister, what do you do during the day?"

Holding Amalia on the rooftop to admire the night sky, a cool breeze blew from afar, causing Livia's golden hair and the white hem of her dress to flutter together.

"Amalia, are you cold?" the woman asked softly.

Feeling the deepening chill of the night, Livia adjusted her knees and the position of her arms, holding Amalia more intimately in her embrace.

It was late spring, and Amalia was only wearing a milky white silk nightgown. The thin fabric provided limited warmth, not to mention the girl's snow-white arms and delicate calves were exposed to the wind, making it easy to catch a cold.

"A little cold, but I want to watch a bit longer..."

Amalia gently stroked Livia's golden hair that hung by her shoulder, her voice sweet.

Rather than wanting to see the stars, she was more enjoying the feeling of being held by Livia, her nose filled with the scent of her.

As Amalia expected, Livia didn't insist on taking her back. Instead, she held her a bit tighter, her body pressing against Amalia's back, sharing her warmth.

How could anyone not like someone as gentle as Livia?

Amalia's calves gently rubbed against Livia's smooth legs, which were covered in white stockings.

She wrapped her arms around Livia's arm, leaning back against her chest.

The younger sister Livia mentioned didn't know how to cherish her... If it were her, she would never let Livia dislike her...

As Amalia thought this, she lightly sniffed the faint scent emanating from Livia's body, her heart gradually calming.

But the fact that this sister didn't get along with Livia wasn't a bad thing for her; it was an advantage. It meant Amalia had one less potential competitor.

Livia was her sister alone, and no one was allowed to take her away.

After watching the night view on the rooftop for half an hour, the two returned to the bedroom side by side. Amalia willingly gave up half the bed to Livia, her wet eyes fixed on her, the green pupils shimmering.

Having conducted a control experiment with Lyra, Livia knew that the transformation potion was more useful than she had imagined.

She let go of her psychological pressure, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to undress.

Hearing the clear sound of boots hitting the floor, Amalia watched as Livia took off her white dress, revealing a pure white bra underneath. Her gaze didn't waver; she just quietly watched.

Livia had said she wasn't used to sleeping in the same bed with someone else without clothes.

Did this mean she had completely shed the label of "someone else"?

Thinking this, Amalia maintained the appearance of a stray kitten craving affection, but inside, she felt a sweet sensation and a secret joy at feeling her importance in Livia's heart grow.

She had grown accustomed to Livia coming to the castle every night to accompany her, and she hoped Livia would gradually get used to being held by her every time she rested.

Best of all, she wouldn't be able to sleep without her.

The next moment, Livia lifted the blanket and gently lay down beside Amalia.

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The golden-haired girl naturally turned to her side, hugging Livia's arm and burying her head in her chest.

With one less layer of clothing, Amalia could more clearly feel Livia's softness. The warm, familiar scent so close gave her a great sense of security.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and enjoy this hard-won warmth, Amalia suddenly noticed a faint red mark on Livia's collarbone. It wasn't very obvious, but it stood out against her fair skin.

It looked like she had been hit by something... or perhaps someone had gently bitten her...

Thinking of the second possibility, Amalia felt a pang of heartache and an inexplicable irritation, speaking in a muffled voice.

"Sister..."

"What is it?"

"Why is this red..."

Feeling something slowly moving below her neck, Livia looked down and saw Amalia extend a slender finger, tracing circles along her collarbone.

It was where she had been hit by a crystal stone that afternoon. Although her body was particularly delicate, it shouldn't have left a mark until now.

Livia glanced at it, confirming there was no obvious trace, and softly replied, "I accidentally bumped into something."

It must be the transformation potion at work.

Amalia looked up at Livia, seeing the calmness in her eyes, her blue pupils reflecting her own. The slight unhappiness in her heart quickly turned into more heartache.

"Does it hurt... sister..."

Before Livia could answer, Amalia buried her head in Livia's collarbone and gently blew on it.

"I read in a story that blowing on a wound makes it feel better. I don't know if it works."

Hearing the girl's crisp voice and feeling the cool breeze on her neck, Livia's expression softened, her pink lips parting.

"It didn't hurt in the first place."

Thinking of a certain clumsy maid apologizing to her in a fluster, Livia's lips curved slightly, and she rubbed Amalia's head with her hand.

"You don't need to blow on it. I'm fine."

After speaking, whether intentionally or not, Livia felt her collarbone being brushed by something cool, the tender sensation like an electric current piercing her skin.

"I'm glad sister is okay."

In that instant, Amalia acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to hug Livia's arm, her grip slightly tighter.

Did she accidentally touch it?

Livia didn't think much of it, letting Amalia cling to her like a koala as they slept.

After a while, Amalia spoke up, "Sister, what do you do during the day?"

She was curious about everything related to Livia.

"During the day, I usually socialize, work, and do necessary magic training."

It was fine for Amalia to know these things; Livia didn't plan to hide them.

"Is it very busy?" Amalia asked again.

Livia had to come to the castle very late every night to rest and leave early the next morning, seeming to be in a hurry.

"Yes, it feels like there's never enough time," Livia answered truthfully.

Hearing this, Amalia lowered her eyes thoughtfully, gently sniffing.

"Hmm... sister is also very hardworking..."

Noticing Amalia's hesitation, Livia smiled softly.

"Is there something my little princess needs me to do?"

Little princess?

Livia had called her that before on the rooftop, but Amalia had been too emotional at the time, only focused on venting her grievances and hadn't noticed.

Now hearing it again, the golden-haired girl felt something explode in her heart.

"I..."

Amalia paused, as if making a decision.

"...I want to see Livia all day."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Amalia regretted it. She was worried her eagerness would make Livia uncomfortable.

Although the greedy desire to possess burned fiercely in her heart, she shouldn't have expressed it so directly.

After hearing Amalia's words, Livia was silent for a moment, considering the feasibility.

If she was only absent from the palace for one day, it likely wouldn't be exposed.

She could have Elise bring all three meals to the room, and if anyone asked, she could say Princess Astrid was engrossed in a novel and didn't want to go out to eat.

Even if Hibbort came to see her, she could use the excuse of being asleep to avoid him.

Recalling the anticipation in Amalia's voice, Livia sighed softly in her heart and replied gently.

"I'll finish what I need to do in the next few days and take a day off to spend with you."

After all, she was just a child; it was normal for her to be clingy.

But to spend an entire day with Amalia... she would need to prepare at least sixteen bottles of the one-way transformation potion...

Suddenly, it felt like burning money.

Hearing Livia's promise, Amalia blinked her watery eyes, her voice low.

"Am I bothering sister..."

Livia was so busy, yet she selfishly wanted to keep her by her side.

"No," Livia replied with a sweet smile.

"Being with Amalia makes me happy too. Consider it a day off for myself."

The golden-haired girl didn't speak for a long time, just quietly held Livia. After a while, she slowly spoke.

"Sister, do I deserve you being so good to me..."

If this continued, she was afraid she might do something that would scare Livia one day.

"You deserve it," Livia replied softly.

"Amalia, you deserve to be loved by everyone..."

Her hand gently rested on Amalia's back, feeling the warmth of the girl's body. Livia leaned down, whispering softly in her ear.

"So, before the dawn breaks, I hope you can do one thing for me."

After a pause, Amalia asked, "What is it..."

Livia rubbed her sister's soft, delicate cheek, her tone calm. "Promise me that when I'm not around, Amalia will love herself."

Relying solely on others' love would never make her independent. Livia never wanted to be the only light in Amalia's heart.

Her mother used her, her father despised her, her siblings bullied her. If Amalia couldn't even love herself, she would be completely stuck in the mud, never able to rise again.

Hearing this, Amalia pursed her lips, as if thinking of something, and whispered, "Sister, I will."