Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 228: Lyra Wants Destruction

Leaving the restaurant, the sky had unknowingly become overcast.

Thick clouds obscured the once bright moon, leaving the streets illuminated only by the faint white light emitted by crystallized stones.

Feeling the heavy moisture in the air, Lyra took out her umbrella.

Just as she was about to open it, she saw Astrid shake her head indicating it wasn’t necessary.

The woman gently touched her hair ribbon and chanted a spell for wind protection, her clear voice mixed with the sharp clicks of her high heels, sounding exceptionally pleasant.

The sound of the rain fell continuously, the drops of water were blown away before they could touch the hair or clothes, falling onto the ground at the side of the shoes, splashing up a weak spray.

After a short walk, Astrid and Lyra boarded the carriage back to the palace.

The latter sat quietly, eyes looking down at the wooden floor, while the former was still thinking about the events of the evening and their potential impact.

Earl Tristian’s proposal to her was under the command of Duke Cedric of the Velmont family.

This elder of the Velmont family seemed to value her greatly, even willing to have the next heir of the family marry her.

Astrid did not think that her current achievements could make one of the four dukes of the empire take the initiative to propose a marriage alliance. What he saw should be deeper than the interests floating on the surface.

The princess of the Empire, the descendant of the pioneer of magical devices, Niece Professor Charlotte, the founder of the Empire Monthly, and the political ally of the eldest prince, Lucas.

Unknowingly, she had become a piece of incense that could be valued by the real nobility and used for the marriage of the younger generation.

Thinking of this, Astrid’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

She didn’t know whether she should be happy for this or sad for the fact that after getting along with the nobles for a long time, she thought that she herself was a bargaining chip on the negotiating table, which was a common thing.

But at least Astrid could be clear about one thing, she would not choose to marry someone she didn’t like for the sake of taking a shortcut, even if doing so would be twice as effective for her.

Moreover, even if she put this thought aside, if she married Tristian, she would be tied to the Velmont family’s warship, and the benefits she could get would be limited accordingly, and her freedom would certainly not be as good as it is now.

So... there’s no need at all...

Listening to the soft sound of the rain, Astrid thought about inviting Elowen out to meet again in a few days to test the waters and determine whether the Velmont family would continue to deepen their cooperation with her after receiving the news of Tristian’s failed proposal.

As long as Duke Cedric is a smart person, he should take the initiative to put this matter aside.

After all, there were only her, Tristian, and Lyra at the proposal scene, and she gave him enough face when she refused, not hurting the harmony between the two families.

If the marriage alliance doesn’t work, the business can still be done as usual.

Thinking of the third person standing in the box, Astrid looked up at Lyra.

The pink-haired maid had been silent since leaving the restaurant, her hands resting on her thighs, the thin white silk at her knees slightly stretched, revealing the light pink flesh underneath.

Looking up and seeing the girl’s unusually bright red lips, Astrid slightly narrowed her eyes, staring for a while, her fingers quietly touching the lady’s bag next to her, gently searching.

On the other hand, Lyra did not notice Astrid’s small movements. She looked at the solid wood carriage floor, her body gently swaying with the movement of the wheels.

Princess Astrid did not accept Earl Tristian’s proposal...

Could it really be as she said... that she doesn’t like it now...

Lyra knew that as a personal maid, although she was arranged by Astrid to serve close to her, it did not mean that she could listen to the conversation between the host and other guests at will, and this proposal was the same.

But she just couldn’t help it. At that time, she not only did not deliberately ignore the conversation between the two, but also focused her attention on it.

Lyra wanted to know Astrid’s answer to the proposal, and she wanted to hear their subsequent conversation.

As it happened in the restaurant, the final result of the proposal was not only unexpected for Tristian, but also for Lyra.

She knew in her heart that Astrid’s words were certainly to prevent Lord Tristian from being too embarrassed, so she deliberately said the scene, and because of this, Lyra was more curious about the reason why Astrid refused him.

A year ago, Princess Astrid would pour wine on her head in order to dance with Earl Tristian, but a year later, she cleanly refused the latter’s proposal.

She was getting more and more confused about Princess Astrid... and herself...

At the moment of Tristian’s proposal, the sadness in Lyra’s heart seemed to have climbed to the extreme, so much so that she even wanted to do something to destroy the atmosphere created by the man.

She didn’t want Tristian to get close to Astrid, or rather, not just Tristian, but everyone else.

Lyra didn’t understand why she thought this way, just as she didn’t understand why Astrid refused.

Was it because Tristian’s love was mixed with too many things, not pure enough, like the novel that wrote that the heroine was unwilling to accept the hero at the beginning because the hero’s love was based on interests, not direct love.

Is Princess Astrid also waiting for Earl Tristian to really like her before accepting the proposal, could it be as she thought.

After the joy brought by the sentence "I can’t accept your proposal" to Lyra, she once again fell into confusion and incomprehension.

The strong possessiveness that doesn’t want others to hug and touch, the desire to always live with the other person from the heart.

If we have to find some explanation for this strange emotion, what should it be.

Is it love... no, if it’s just love, it can’t explain the source of that possessiveness...

Earl Tristian is a good person, Astrid may not be unhappy if she married him, but Lyra just doesn’t like him because he wants to take away Princess Astrid.

On the basis of love, there is a strong possessiveness... it’s very similar to the emotion described in the novel...

How could it be, they are both girls, it’s impossible to think about it...

In a trance, Lyra felt her lips touch something silky, her eyes refocused, and she saw a section of white wrist.

Astrid gently wiped Lyra’s lips with a handkerchief, and found that the silk was stained with bright red liquid, and thought that her judgment was indeed correct.

"Miss Lyra, haven’t you been drinking much water recently, or haven’t you been paying attention to your diet, eating too much spicy food?" Astrid said softly.

"Your lips are too dry, they are bleeding."

The next moment, there was a "pop" sound in the carriage, Lyra grabbed Astrid’s wrist, the force made the latter involuntarily frown.

But soon, Lyra also realized that she was out of control, and quickly let go of Astrid’s hand, her voice soft.

"Thank you for your concern, Princess Astrid..."

Whether it was a dry crack or a bite wound, it became less obvious under the blood stain, Lyra gently exhaled, the thin white air rose and then disappeared.

Astrid looked at Lyra, her pink lips slightly opened.

"What are you panicking about?"

"..."

Feeling the woman’s clear but sharp gaze on her body, Lyra looked up, her sky-blue pupils reflected Astrid’s face.

"I..."

The wheels suddenly hit a bump, causing the entire carriage to jolt for a moment, the two people’s eyes temporarily separated, Lyra took the opportunity to finish the second half of the sentence.

"I was daydreaming just now..."

"... I didn’t take care of myself, and made Princess Astrid worry."

The carriage continued to move, Astrid handed the handkerchief to Lyra, and said gently.

"Take care of yourself and drink more water."

Lyra took the handkerchief and replied calmly.

"Yes, Princess Astrid."

All the way without a word, when they returned to the third princess’s bedroom, the rain outside was still falling, and it was getting worse.

Lyra entered her room, came to the desk, took off her shoes, her two white silk jade feet gently stepped on the edge of the chair, her arms wrapped around her knees, listening to the rustling rain by the window, her thoughts continued to spread.

She will leave the palace soon...

Recalling every bit of time spent with Princess Astrid, the pink-haired maid closed her eyes, buried her head in her legs, felt the temperature from the skin of her cheeks, and slowly transmitted it to her thighs through the silk stockings.

Before leaving, there was at least one thing she wanted to figure out.

What is the strange feeling she has for Princess Astrid.

Lyra wanted an answer.