The next morning, Livia left the castle on time.
Amalia, who hadn't slept all night, sat on the edge of the bed, her tender white calves spread apart against the mattress.
Her smooth, round knees were directly illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window, giving them a milky, delicate sheen.
She held a strand of golden hair in her hand, her emerald eyes slightly narrowed as she watched the hair gradually turn from golden to silver under the sunlight.
Although she had tried hard to convince herself that she might have simply forgotten that morning, the undeniable truth now lay before her.
Amalia let go of the strand of hair, her delicate white toes lightly gripping the bedsheet as she leaned halfway against the headboard.
Livia had indeed lied to her.
After a while, Amalia got up, washed, had breakfast, and sat down at her desk. She opened the magic book from last night and continued her studies.
