Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 230: Give it a try

Watching the pink-haired maid leave the room, Astrid slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at Amalia by the bed.

"Sister~"

Amalia narrowed her eyes, pressing her hands on her nightgown, her tender white calves slightly swaying, her voice gentle. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"What were you two talking about just now..."

"Why did Miss Lyra ask you... about someone you like..."

Could it be... that Lyra had her draw to separate her from her sister and have some alone time...

Amalia originally thought this, but then reconsidered. Based on the impression Lyra usually left her, the other party didn’t seem like someone who could consider such a thing.

She must be overthinking it... Not everyone is as dark as her...

Feeling that the cold and aloof girl on the bed was a bit jealous, Astrid stood up, walked over, leaned forward, bent her knees, and gave Amalia a gentle hug.

The latter, smelling the fragrance of her hair, also reached out and hugged Astrid’s back.

"We weren’t talking about much. It’s just that Miss Lyra is about to leave, so she might be a bit reluctant to part with this place," Astrid said.

She knew that Lyra had changed a lot recently, but she attributed it all to the end of her maid period and the sentimental nature of this pure maiden.

Not everyone can remain indifferent to the end of a certain experience. A heroine like Lyra, who is full of emotions, would always behave a bit differently when about to part.

After listening to Astrid, Amalia gently kissed the woman’s forehead.

"Is that so..."

"Yes, that’s it."

After Amalia finished her goodnight kiss, Astrid also straightened her legs and returned a kiss in the same way.

"Be good now. I’m going to take a shower first, and then I’ll come back to sleep with Amalia."

Feeling the cool and smooth touch on her forehead, Amalia, who was half soothed, nodded and said softly.

"Alright."

Seeing the woman enter the bathroom, Amalia lifted the blanket, crawled in alone, and used her body heat to warm the bed for Astrid.

When her sister comes back, she’ll ask how tonight’s dinner was.

For some reason, she didn’t like that man named Tristian Velmont.

....

Half an hour later, in Lyra’s room, the pink-haired maid, having finished washing up, lay on the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

The rain was still falling outside, the pattering sound like knocking on the heart’s lake, stirring up ripples that spread out.

Rainy days were naturally good for sleeping, but Lyra, who had just come to terms with her sexual orientation and true feelings, couldn’t sleep at all now.

She liked Princess Astrid, the kind of like between a man and a woman, the kind of like in the stories of bards, where a knight likes a princess.

She wanted to have meals with Princess Astrid every day, stroll around together, and lie in bed chatting.

There was no need for any clear purpose; just being together was enough.

Her arms tightly hugging the pillow, Lyra lifted her legs and clenched the pillow beneath her.

Would Princess Astrid... possibly like girls?

Thinking carefully, these days she had been by Astrid’s side and noticed that most of her social circle consisted of girls.

Compared to the opposite sex, the proportion of the same sex was very small, and there were almost no peers of the opposite sex.

Astrid was quite gentle with them, but if it was that kind of like, Lyra couldn’t feel it at all.

Astrid treated everyone the same way, with no reference point for specialness, which was why Lyra occasionally felt that Princess Astrid was very distant from her.

She seemed to like everything, yet seemed to like nothing. Her actions were a mix of rationality and sensibility, and though she was sometimes enthusiastic, she also gave off an indescribable sense of coldness.

Princess Astrid was truly a very contradictory person.

Images of her kept appearing in her mind: Astrid in a luxurious pure black dress, Astrid in unisex casual clothes, Astrid in a white shirt, pleated skirt, and short leather boots, and Astrid in a white nightgown.

Princess Astrid always looked elegant and stunning in anything she wore, effortlessly showcasing every outfit like a perfect model.

She could also do so many things that Lyra couldn’t, and her personality was gentle to the core, completely different from those nobles who looked down on others.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her beloved was the best in the world. Lyra unconsciously raised her lips, but then, thinking of something, her eyelashes suddenly drooped.

But... precisely because Princess Astrid is so good...

Doesn’t that make her chances even slimmer?

She was just an ordinary person from the village. How could she ever be worthy of such a dazzling imperial princess?

In terms of family background, ability, and vision, she couldn’t compare to Princess Astrid in any way. How could a Lyra Beckett like her stand by her side as a partner?

Even if Princess Astrid was as strange as her and could fall in love with the same sex, that person shouldn’t be as ordinary as her. At the very least, they should be a shining gem.

Recalling the moment when Earl Tristian knelt down and proposed to her at the restaurant, the restlessness in her chest that wanted to stop him, Lyra hugged the pillow tightly, the sound of rain outside becoming more and more noisy.

She was very weak, so weak that she had nothing. She couldn’t help Princess Astrid in any way, and even possibly drag her down.

If Astrid liked Earl Tristian and accepted his proposal, in the eyes of other nobles, it would undoubtedly be a very well-matched couple, and they would receive blessings from the emperor.

If it were her, everything would be completely different.

Although there were many stories in romance novels about noble princesses falling in love with ordinary knights, and Lyra had once yearned for such beautiful emotions, when it came to herself, she couldn’t help but feel timid and inferior.

Love shouldn’t be mixed with so many external factors; as long as both parties like each other, it’s enough.

Lyra tried to convince herself, but she couldn’t break out of the circle of her thoughts.

At that moment, she realized she wasn’t that brave.

Should she just give up? She might never be worthy of Princess Astrid no matter how hard she tried.

Her heartbeat was like thunder, constantly making deafening sounds. Lyra could feel her emotions sinking deeper and deeper.

Giving up was the most rational option.

Hide her feelings well, don’t let anyone know, and act as if nothing had happened.

But... this was the first time she had ever liked someone so much.

It felt as if her blood had temporarily stopped flowing, and her limbs couldn’t feel any touch. Lyra closed her eyes, trying to understand her own heart.

If she doubled her efforts, would she be able to catch up to Astrid someday in the future?

In the gradually fading sound of rain, she heard a sentence that was extremely clear.

Give it a try.

....

In the bedroom, Amalia hugged the freshly showered, fragrant silver-haired princess and said in a sweet voice.

"Sister~"

"Hmm?"

"I like you."

"..."

"I like you too."

After answering the clingy girl, Astrid turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled into the blanket.

Having been warmed by Amalia for a while, the blanket was nice and cozy. With a warm, soft jade lying so close, Astrid stretched her legs comfortably, feeling indescribably relaxed.

"What did Amalia have for dinner tonight?" Astrid asked softly, tidying up Amalia’s messy black hair.

Amalia answered warmly, "Steak, grape juice, and some pasta."

Thinking that Astrid had dinner alone with Tristian, Amalia felt a bit unhappy and casually asked.

"Did you enjoy your dinner tonight, sister?"

Astrid was momentarily stunned and didn’t answer directly.

"The dishes at the Wisteria Restaurant are quite good. I like them."

In terms of dining environment and the quality of the dishes, it was actually quite good. Astrid really liked the lasagna there.

"In a few days, I can take Amalia to try it."

Amalia softly hummed in response and, taking advantage of the convenient position, lowered her head to kiss Astrid’s exposed collarbone.

"Alright, I’ll look forward to it."

Is my sister deliberately avoiding that topic?

Amalia was a bit puzzled inside, but not strongly enough to ask directly.

After chatting casually for a bit and confirming that Astrid was in a good mood, Amalia rubbed her hair against the woman’s neck like a kitten and said softly.

"Goodnight... sister~"

"Goodnight, Amalia."

Patting Amalia’s back, Astrid soon closed her eyes.

Although she felt that the possessiveness of the person beside her shouldn’t be that strong, Astrid had a premonition.

If she told the soft girl in her arms about Earl Tristian’s proposal, Amalia might not be able to sleep.

For the sake of her quality sleep, it was best to just turn the page and not bring it up.