They only watched the stars for a short while before the Crown Princess casually sat down. Tilting her head back, Lucille Everard observed Lina Riley, who was still gazing at the night sky. Amusement flickered in her eyes, impossible to hide.
"Won't you make a wish? Even if the shooting star has already passed, it doesn't matter."
Noticing Lucille had settled down, Lina realized she did have wishes—more than one. Ultimately, she didn't want to repeat her past life's tragic path.
A heavy feeling crept over her heart again as her thoughts drifted to her elder sister. Lina's expression turned serious as she spoke: "Your Highness, I have a request. I hope you will grant it."
Lucille disliked how Lina addressed her as a subject, as if an unbridgeable distance lay between them despite their closeness. She patted the spot beside her and thoughtfully brushed away some dust. "Sit."
