"Don't touch me... you... liar…"
The first time she sat at the same table with someone to eat, the first time she went to a place only the two of them knew to see the stars, the first time she hugged, kissed, and shared a bed with her, the first time they bathed together openly, and the first time they bared their hearts to each other.
Everything she had done probably seemed laughable to Astrid.
Like a pitiful, unwanted puppy, tossing her a bone would make her so happy, as if she had met someone who truly loved her, wagging her tail even before meeting.
Thinking of this, Amalia's inner mockery grew stronger. She blamed herself for being so lonely and foolish, so easily giving everything away.
When the heart was still in the chest, it held some value. Once given away, it became worthless, probably not even worth amusing Princess Astrid.
"Why are you still sitting here... do you want to continue laughing at me..."
