Holding Amalia on the rooftop to admire the night sky, a cool breeze blew from afar, causing Livia's golden hair and the white hem of her dress to flutter together.
"Amalia, are you cold?" the woman asked softly.
Feeling the deepening chill of the night, Livia adjusted her knees and the position of her arms, holding Amalia more intimately in her embrace.
It was late spring, and Amalia was only wearing a milky white silk nightgown. The thin fabric provided limited warmth, not to mention the girl's snow-white arms and delicate calves were exposed to the wind, making it easy to catch a cold.
"A little cold, but I want to watch a bit longer..."
Amalia gently stroked Livia's golden hair that hung by her shoulder, her voice sweet.
Rather than wanting to see the stars, she was more enjoying the feeling of being held by Livia, her nose filled with the scent of her.
