Staring at the red wine in the goblet, its surface constantly scattering gentle, soft points of light, and at those alluring crimson eyes nearly the same shade as the wine itself, Lyra seemed to have no reason to refuse.
She lightly picked up the glass beside Astrid's hand, leaning back against the desk and letting the pale pink skirt hem be pressed by the edge, along with the soft thighs sheathed in white stockings, which sank in slightly.
"Astrid… were you sitting here watching the whole time?" Lyra asked softly.
Because there were so many people at the victory banquet, it wasn't convenient to hold it indoors, so the entire dinner was set up outside, on the open ground near the city gate.
Thanks to the steaming meat and the rough barley ale that warmed the body, even in this bleak, frigid land, the soldiers attending didn't feel particularly cold.
Astrid, hearing that, took a small sip of red wine. Her exquisitely made silk gown swayed slightly with the motion.
