Looking at the silver-haired princess pressing down on her, Lyra's hand, which had been embracing Astrid's waist, quietly slid lower, reaching between the soft bed and her knees clad in delicate black stockings. The sword-shaped light mark engraved on her index fingernail faintly flickered.
The next second, a light gray scarf appeared before Lyra.
"This is..."
Astrid narrowed her eyes slightly upon seeing it. Her pink lips parted, then she heard Lyra add:
"It's a scarf I knitted myself...also a gift for Astrid."
The one she loved was the Empire's Regent, a noble used to luxury since childhood, her material needs were already thoroughly satisfied. She lacks nothing she might desire.
So when it came to giving gifts, Lyra preferred expressing her feelings, small trinkets she made by stringing together shells and pebbles, gloves or scarves for warmth, things like that.
